I did not want to think about people. I wanted the trees, the scents and colors, the shifting shadows of the wood, which spoke a language I understoo… - Patricia A. McKillip

What do you think love is- a thing to startle from the heart like a bird at every shout or blow? You can fly from me, high as you choose into your darkness, but you will see me always beneath you, no matter how far away, with my face turned to you. My heart is in your heart. I gave it to you with my name that night and you are its guardian, to treasure it, or let it whither and die. I do not understand you. I am angry with you. I am hurt and helpless, but nothing will fill the ache of the hollowness in me where your name would echo if I lost you.

Men see what they are most afraid of.

Words, he decided, were inadequate at best, impossible at worst. They meant too many things. Or they meant nothing at all.