A fish has no concept of water.

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

I took the volume to a table, opened its soft, ivory pages... and fell into it as into a pool during dry season.

She’s never where she is,' I said. 'She’s only inside her head.

Oleander time, she said. Lovers who kill each other now will blame it on the wind.

I was always mortified.Didn't they know they were tying thier mothers to the ground? Weren't chains ashamed of their prisoners?

But I knew one more thing. That people w ho denied who they were or where they had been were in the greatest danger.