Maybe that is the one real division between men: wood men and desert men.
They defended the grains of sand in the desert to the last drop of their blood.
It is better to make an irrational noise in a bush than in a desert.
…nobody ever takes from the desert anything but aridity and monsters…
Madness plants mirrors in the desert. I find the means frightening.
Pale sky, white land; like somewhere past the end of the world