“Out of this infinite vision an infinity of details could be drawn, but Sorry had settled on one, and from the endless series a particular beach was chosen and began to form around Laura - a beach of iron-dark sand and shells like frail stars, and a wonderful wide sea that stretched, neither green nor blue, but inked by the approach of night into violet and black, wrinkling with its own salty puzzles, right out to a distant, pure horizon.”
″‘I don’t know what I think about power,’ Sorry said at last. ‘Mostly I want to go unseen. Of course, at home in my own room- that’s different. Outside, well- I’d rather knit the world up than tear it apart.‘”