When you come back you will not be you. And I may not be I.
... there are shadows because there are hills.
I'm a holy man minus the holiness.
Beauty ought to look a little surprised: it is the emotion that best suits her face. The beauty who does not look surprised, who accepts her position as her due - she reminds us too much of a prima donna.
I would rather be a coward than brave because people hurt you when you are brave.
Our final experience, like our first, is conjectural. We move between two darkness's.