A happiness of her strong body and her solitude overcame her, and she was glad to be where she was in this bright clear crystal night.

To be alone and surviving is not the same as being alive,

empire has no pity and is never sated.

Rejoice, small ant, she thought, in your one life, though too soon dimmed it shall be.

inches beyond this face of hers and in the profoundest sufferings of her body, the world went on in its grand and renewing and wholly indifferent beauty.

This place is itself a sheet of parchment yet to be written upon.

The spring unleashing its winter-coiled power, the joy of living.

humans were not made to be always alone; humans survive only in the company of other humans.

She had been born a babe out of the darkness out of nothing; she had sparked to first breath and first wonder. As is the truth of all the people who have walked and will walk upon the earth, she returned at last to all she had been before life.