We are the total of our longings.

Weariness, sometimes more than anything else, can bring an end to war.

The military preferred - invariably - those who could be readily defined, assigned roles, understood, and controlled.

One didn't stop to talk with creatures from one's nightmares.

... everyone knew that all islands were worlds unto themselves, that to come to an island was to come to another world.

The world could bring you poison in a jewelled cup, or surprising gifts. Sometimes you didn't know which of them it was.

It was different, though, knowing something in your thoughts and then hearing it confirmed, made real, planted in the world like a tree