Toast is me. I am toast.

Nevertheless, blood is thicker than water, as anyone knows who has tasted both.

I sometimes felt as if these marks on my body were a kind of code, which blossomed, then faded, like invisible ink held to a candle. But if they were a code, who held the key to it? I was sand, I was snow — written on, rewritten, smoothed over.

I am not a saint or a cripple, I am not a wound; now I will see whether I am a coward.

A prison does not only lock its inmates inside, it keeps all others out. Her strongest prison is of her own construction.

How shrunk, how dwindled, in our times Creation's mighty seed - For Man has broke the Fellowship With murder, lust, and greed.

Time is compressed like the fist I close on my knee... I hold inside it the clues and solutions and the power for what I must do now.