There is more in it than you can see now, but not more than you need to see.

You have, I fear, got into this region too soon, but none the less you must get to be at home in it; for home, as you may or may not know, is the only place where you can go out and in.

There are places you can go into, and places you can go out of; but the one place, if you do but find it, where you may go out and in both, is home." He turned to walk away, and again I saw the librarian.

He did not appear to have changed, only to have taken up his shadow.

I know this seems nonsense, but I cannot help it.
I gazed after him until I saw him no more; but whether distance hid him, or he disappeared among the heather, I cannot tell.
Could it be that I was dead, I thought, and did not know it?
Was I in what we used to call the world beyond the grave?
and must I wander about seeking my place in it?
How was I to find myself at home?
The raven said I must do something: what could I do here ?--And would that make me somebody?
for now, alas, I was nobody! I took the way Mr.Raven had gone, and went slowly after him.