Still, I couldn't help but wonder if it was a mistake for people like us to be tied to a place. If we weren't meant to be ready and willing to wander. If everything we needed was contained in who we were. And what we remember.

This kind of knowing you can never tell to anyone. If you want us to survive, you cannot trust a soul'... 'Not for any reason on this earth. You can never tell.

Here is the riddle of love: Everything it gives to you, it takes away.

Unrequited love is so boring. Weeping under a blue-black sky is for suckers or maniacs.

I wonder how a lioness will manage in a dovecote. Can you put away your teeth and claws?

People hide their truest nature. I understood that; I even applauded it. What sort of world would it be if people bled all over the sidewalks, if they wept under trees, smacked whomever they despised, kissed strangers, revealed themselves?

I knew what it was to yearn for a life so distant it seemed that it had never been anything more than a dream.