“It is said, in Imardin, that the wind has a soul, and that it wails through the narrow streets because it is grieved by what it finds there.”
“In the love of narrow souls I make many short voyages but in vain–I find no sea room—but in great souls I sail before the wind without a watch, and never reach the shore. ”
“Ever since happiness heard your name, it has been running through the streets trying to find you.”
“If a street has a spirit, no matter how narrow it is, we can breathe comfortably over there.”
“As much as we like to think we grieve for others, she said, it bears keeping in mind that we are also grieving for ourselves and, above all, what has inevitably passed us by.”
“Knowing not grieving remembers a thousand savage and lonely streets.”