“ Literature is that neuter, that composite, that oblique into which every subject escapes, the trap where all identity is lost, beginning with the very identity of the body that writes. Roland Barthes
“ Even so have I given the womb of the earth to those that be sown in it in their times. Compton Gage
“ He shall rule, whom they look not for that dwell upon the earth, and the fowls shall take their flight away together: Compton Gage
