Change, son of mine, should be applied like salt to a dish — best taste it, understand it, and then decide. - C. J. Cherryh

There was a certain wisdom in doing little, when one was obliged to act in ignorance.

He watched the desert slip under the airship's nose, and the land roughened into highlands over which he had traveled at great cost, in great pain - dreamlike, such speed, looking down on a world where time moved more slowly, where realities were different and immediate and he had learned for a time to live.

He was home, but he wasn't. He had gotten where he had to go, but he hadn't. He had found out who he was, but he didn't know why it had failed to satify his questions.