It is not love that transforms the world, but pity.
There had only ever been two roads home: there was the long road and there was the sea road, and tonight I would take the sea road.
Truth cannot be changed. When all the flowers of the world are dead, there will still be a true thing that is a flower.
Lancelot and Guinevere – they looked like two flowers, bright enough to turn to each other for sunlight.
