You stick your finger in the water and you pull it out, and that is how much of a hole you leave when you're gone.
There were momentary visitations. I was a visitor, not an inhabitant. I think I say that at the beginning of the book: "I have made visits to the earth in my body, but it's always been as a visitor."
Stray birds of summer come to my window to sing and fly away. And yellow leaves of autumn, which have no songs, flutter and fall there with a sigh.
Precipitate as weather, she appeared from somewhere, then evaporated, leaving only memory.
The spirit must be felt so intensely that it has power to call others in passing, for it must pass, not stop in the pictures.
She was but a transient impression, half forgotten.
The good he scorn'd Stalk'd off reluctant, like an ill-us'd ghost, Not to return; or if it did, its visits Like those of angels, short, and far between.
The appeal of perfume is that it is at once ephemeral and empowering. It creates a shimmering invisible armor that lingers in a room long after its wearer has gone and infuses our imagination with a subtle power, hinting at a hidden identity.
