I am alone. No one stands beside me. I have no Dark Prince to ride in my chariot, to walk with me, to hold me to him. I have no one. And yet. I myself, at last, I have myself. And to me, at this time, it seems enough. It seems more, much more, than enough.

Book Three, Part III Inside the Hollow Star, Chapter 6 (p. 408; closing words) - The Birthgrave (1975)