Quotes About Transition

could never get anything going in Toronto, never even got one gig with a band. So I moved instead towards acoustic music and immediately became very introspective and musically inward. That's the beginning of that whole side of my music.

All those years we'd spent learning these chops, and all those gigs in Germany where you'd play all night, and along comes punk. It has nothing to do with that. A lot of people went out of business.

A far more taxing problem for David was establishing himself within the existing band. Officially he was the second guitarist and additional vocalist. But Syd saw David as an interloper, while the rest of the band saw him as a potential replacement for Syd.

Of course, Heraclitus was right. Everything flows; nothing abides.

I have a habit of leaving places at the wrong time, just when something big may have happened for me.

It was the tail end of summer. It was the beginning of winter. It was autumn, formally, but Ronny hated gradations.

Life, death, change, they happened most at the edge of things: where forest meets clearing, air meets water.

It's as though all I am is my job. All I am is an empty shell. I look all right from a distance, but up close there's nothing there, nothing behind the pretty whorls and the brittle exterior. But I don't have that job anymore. No shell. But if I don't have that then what do I have?

It was one of the most pernicious fallacies, common the world over: old ways are best. But old ways can outlast their usefulness. Old ways can live on pointlessly in worlds that have no room for them.

Older people were immigrants in their own country. They had not been born to the idea of rapid change, not like us.

Hwl's thumping began to slow as her cream turned to butter.

When she left it was the last full swell of summer, when apples hung formed but still green from the trees.

She stepped to one side of her feelings like stepping out of her clothes.

Suddenly she was not sure about anything anymore, and that was frightening. If she did not want to do what she had set out to do, then what did she want? Something had changed. Some part of her was gone.

The rhythms of the household had changed.

When an imago first pushes free of the budding chrysalis and unfolds its still-damp wings, anything, even something as ephermal as breath, can deform the final, glorious insect. A crass question now could crush this fragile new understanding. I asked anyway.

She felt depressed and uncertain, not yet ready to be alone with her new and fragile thoughts.

The child's world changed late one afternoon, though she didn't know it.

I don't want to be Marghe the anthopologist who examines seashells on the beach and moves on. I don't think I am her anymore. But I don't know who I want to be.

One day, to suit some purpose of their own, her mother or her uncle would pluck her from her life and send her to live in a fen with a man she didn't know. In the world of skirt and sword, it was part of her wyrd. But not all her wyrd, and not yet. There was so much to learn, so much to know.

We're like the moths," Begu said. "The priests and Uinniau and Cian are like bats. When we go back to York, we'll have to stop, lie down, for a while.

She swung her hair back from her face and eyed me sullenly, now the perfect teenager. Infant to child to teen in one day. With any luck she'd be dead of old age before we reached the clearing.

Beside her, Edwin stirred. Rædwald the overking was dead and under the dirt. Now Edwin was overking. Hild could feel him swelling like bread.

It's about letting go. It might sound crazy, but it's a kind of acceptance. A being right there and a not being there.