“The things we love destroy us every time, lad. Remember that.”

“Laughter is poison to fear.”

“She should be on a hill somewhere, under a fruit tree, with the sun and clouds above her and the rain to wash her clean.”

“I crossed a thousand leagues to come to you, and lost the best part of me along the way. Don't tell me to leave.”

“I sailed up to the cold stars but they were cold no longer, and I grew bigger and bigger until I was the stars and they were me, and I was Union, and for a single solitary glittering instant I was ...”

“I take no joy in mead nor meat, and song and laughter have become suspicious strangers to me. I am a creature of grief and dust and bitter longings. There is an empty place within me where my heart...”

“Words are wind.”

“I love the feeling of the fresh air on my face and the wind blowing through my hair.”

“The softest thing I've ever heard are the wind chimes in my backyard. They are soft and cool and mellow.”

“All words are pegs to hang ideas on.”

“A word is not the same with one writer as it is with another. One tears it from his guts. The other pulls it out of his overcoat pocket.”

“No doubt I shall go on writing, stumbling across tundras of unmeaning, planting words like bloody flags in my wake....”