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

I felt like time was a great sea, and I was floating on the back of a turtle, and no sails broke the horizon.

She would be half a planet away, floating in a turquoise sea, dancing by moonlight to flamenco guitar.

Inside every human being, there is unlimited time and space.

I closed my eyes to watch tiny dancers like jeweled birds cross the dark screen of my eyelids.

I thought of my mother as Queen Christina, cool and sad, eyes trained on some distant horizon. That was where she belonged, in furs and palaces of rare treasures, fireplaces large enough to roast a reindeer, ships of Swedish maple.

You paid for every second of beauty you managed to steal.