Hyvästit oli sanottu moneen kertaan, mutta aina haudattu toisiin sanoihin, eikä niitä lopulta ollut sanottu kertaakaan. Niin me tulemme tänne yhä uudelleen jäähyväiset askeliamme painaen. Ne ovat ikuisesti myöhässä ja poissa paikoiltaan: mennyt hetki, jota emme tunnistaneet silloin, kun se oli ulottuvilla, ja jonka aavetta emme siksi koskaan lakkaa kantamasta mukanamme.

Sometimes strands spend a long time seeking each other, fumbling without light, and interweave without knowing that it is exactly what the web wants.

Secrets carve us like water carves stone. On the surface nothing will shift, but things we cannot tell anyone chafe and consume us, and slowly our life settles around them, moulds itself into their shape.Secrets gnaw at the bonds between people. Sometimes we believe they can also build them: if we let another person into the silent space a secret has made within us, we are no longer alone there.

Of all silences I had encountered this was the gravest and most inevitable: not the silence of secrets, but of knowing.

The world will not spin slower or faster when we have passed through the gate together. What remains is light on water, or a shifting shadow.

Sometimes it is necessary to step into darkness alone and find your way back. To carry something with you into light you could not have found anywhere else.

But water doesn't care for human sorrows. It flows without slowing or quickening its pace in the darkness of the earth, where only stones will hear.

Silence is not empty or immaterial, and it is not needed to chain tame things. It often guards powers strong enough to shatter everything.

Suurin osa maasta jalkojemme alla kasvoi ja hengitti kerran, ja kerran sillä oli elävien muoto, kauan sitten. Jonain päivänä joku, joka ei muista meitä, kävelee ihomme ja lihamme ja luidemme yli, yli tomun joka meistä jää.

I would like to think she turns around and goes home and does one thing differently that day because of what she has imagined, and again the day after that, and the day after that.