We read so that we can be moved by a new way of looking at things.

at least if you were ignorant you could do wat you wanted. you had no idea wat had been acheived in the past. you were free instead of chewed at by bleeding impotence, dissolved away like a pearl in acid

The sound of her laughter was sticky as sap, the smell of night-blooming jasmine soft as a milk bath.

Her hatred glittered irresistibly. I could see it, the jewel, it was sapphire, it was the cold lakes of Norway.

What can she possibly teach you, twenty seven names for tears?

She was not used to being cruel, but he had taught her how.

Who was I, really? I was the sole occupant of my mother's totalitarian state, my own personal history rewritten to fit the story she was telling that day. There were so many missing pieces. I was starting to find some of them, working my way upriver, collecting a secret cache of broken memories in a shoebox.