Be patient, as you must always be patient with new pale seeds buried in the dark ground. When you are stronger, you can begin to think again. But now… - Patricia A. McKillip

The man was hit in one eye by a stone, and that eye turned inward so that it looked into his mind, and he died of what he saw there

All I wanted, even when I hated you most, was some poor, barren, parched excuse to love you. But you only gave me riddles.

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.