“There, by the starlit fences,
The wanderer halts and hears
My soul that lingers sighing
About the glimmering weirs.”

“The world changes around us
but we still linger,
through wars and seasons we run
but we still linger,
it's so tempting
to climb that fence,
to see if you'd finally relent.”

“I was broken in body, soul and spirit. My natural elasticity was crushed, my intellect languished, the disposition to read departed, the cheerful spark that lingered about my eye died; the dark night of slavery closed in upon me; and behold a man transformed into a brute!”

“I wandered by the brookside,
I wandered by the mill;
I could not hear the brook flow,
The noisy wheel was still.”

“Glimmer, I hear someone call her - ugh, the names the people in District 1 give their children are so ridiculous…”

“My soul is wrapped in harsh repose,
Midnight descends in raven-colored clothes,
But soft… behold!
A sunlight beam
Butting a swath of glimmering gleam.
My heart expands,
'tis grown a bulge in it,
Inspired by your beauty…
Effulgent.”

“How do you know, poor fool? Perhaps out there, somewhere, someone is sighing for your absence'; and with this thought, my soul begins to breathe.”

“Gayly we glide in the gaze of the world
With streamers afloat and with canvas unfurled,
All gladness and glory to wandering eyes,
Yet chartered by sorrow and freighted with sighs.”

“The word of God has fenced about all crimes with Holiness.”

“You're a very amusing fellow," he told Halt. "I'd like to brain you with my ax one of these days."
Erak to Halt.”