He, Dar Oakley, was himself inside a story, which was also inside him, packed within him like another Crow, and he knew now why he had for so long felt both crowded and empty.
—John Crowley, Ka: Dar Oakley in the Ruin of Ymr
He, Dar Oakley, was himself inside a story, which was also inside him, packed within him like another Crow, and he knew now why he had for so long felt both crowded and empty.
The smoke tasted of what he had known.
… Maria especially preferred spending the greater part of the day with her children in their play room and playing with them. Thus, from his very earliest years Nicholas was closely tied to his mother. This bond of theirs would remain especially close to the end.
“People talk to you a great deal about your education, but some sacred memory, preserved from childhood is perhaps the best education. If a man carries many such memories with him into life he is safe to the end of his days, and if he has only one good memory left in one’s heart, even that may sometime be the means of saving us.”