“In the pit of redYou hid from the bone-clinic whitenessBut the jewel you lost was blue.”

“A fine thought in fine language is a most precious jewel, and should not be hid away, but be exposed for use and ornament.”

“There is nothing left when you reach the center of everything, just the pit of bones inside the innermost circle.”

“And while one is brought up with luxury and caresses, and is thrown bewildered and despairing into a dark pit, another is lifted from the pit and raised to a throne where a jeweled crown is placed on his head. The world has no shame in doing this; it is prompt to hand out both pleasure and pain and has no need of us an our doings.”

“Refuge in any hiding-place from a sea too intensely blue to be looked at, and a sky of purple, set with one great flaming jewel of fire.”

“But now she did belong to the ravaged city - her frame grown gaunt, her shoulders hunched from tiredness, the bone-sharp jaw line that had lost the padded baby fat of pretty, her blue gaze dark and inward.”