Yet not with all of me am I in love. Too much of my own quietness is with me.
Oh how I hate people!
I want a lot to eat, I'm going to think today.
There are times when the air that floats between mortals becomes, in its stillness and silence, as cruel as the edge of a scythe.
Each day I live in a glass room unless I break it with the thrusting of my senses and pass through the splintered walls to the great landscape.
It was not certain what significance the ceremony held... but the formality was no less sacred for it being unintelligible