The body apologizes to the soul for its errors, and the soul asks forgiveness for squatting in the body without invitation.

...the reasons just reassemble themselves in different patterns every time I think about it.

It's unbecoming," she agreed. "A perfect word for my new life. Unbecoming. I who have always been unbecoming am becoming un.

In a sense, Out of Oz is an examination of how individuals keep going, keep reinventing themselves and their lives, even after life-altering complications have afflicted them.

Before you save anyone else, you have to save yourself. otherwise, you'rejust a bundle of tics, a stringed puppet manipulated by the chance and the insensible wind.

So let my hands and my face make their way in this world, let my hungry eyes see, my tongue taste.

It’s the place of the story, beginning here, in the meadow of late summer flowers, thriving before the Atlantic storms drive wet and winter upon them all.