His origins are become remote as is his destiny and not again in all the world’s turnings will there be terrains so wild and barbarous to try whether the stuff of creation may be shaped to man’s will or whether his own heart is not another kind of clay.

“Between the wish and the thing the world lies waiting.”

“He woke whimpering in the night and the man held him. Shh, he said. Shh. It's o…”

“The truth is that the forms I see have been slowly emptied out. They no longer …”

“What he could bear in the waking world he could not by night and he sat awake f…”