“Because horror on Earth is real and it is every day. It is like a flower or like the sun; it cannot be contained.”

“By day the banished sun circles the earth like a grieving mother with a lamp.”

“A book is like a man — clever and dull, brave and cowardly, beautiful and ugly. For every flowering thought there will be a page like a wet and mangy mongrel, and for every looping flight a tap on the wing and a reminder that wax cannot hold the feathers firm too near the sun.”

“Be like the flower, turn your face to the sun.”

“To stagnate in the sun, goldenly, like an obscure lake surrounded by flowers.”

“Come on in. The earth, like the sun, like the air, belongs to everyone — and to no one.”

“How hushed and still are earth and air,
How lanquid 'neath the sun's firece ray-
Drooping and faint flowers fair,
On this hot, sultry, summer day!”

“It was like the beginning of life and laughter. It was the real meaning of the sun”

“I dream that one day
we will look at each other
in the same way we look at the sun,
and we will touch each other
like the sun on earth,
and the blessings of light
will flow into our hearts.”

“Wrongly chosen, wrongly slain, A hero Valhalla cannot contain. Nine days hence the sun must go east, Ere Sword of Summer unbinds the beast.”