"If I knew where I was going next, I wouldn't be taking so many naps, or reading all these books, trying to divine my future in pillow cases and stitched book bindings, lost in the small decisions of each day, only a little bit numb. I am the inevitable wanderer, the girl who always says goodbye, but never knows how to leave."
"Still round the corner there may wait
A new road or a secret gate
And though I oft have passed them by
A day will come at last when I
Shall take the hidden paths that run
West of the Moon, East of the Sun."