Conversation is the wall we build between ourselves and other people, too often with tired words like used and broken bottles which, catching the sunlight as they lie embedded in the wall, are mistaken for jewels.
Janet FrameFrom the first place of liquid darkness, within the second place of air and light, I set down the following record with its mixture of fact and truths and memories of truths and its direction toward the Third Place, where the starting point is myth.
Janet FrameTimmy, who made a daring escape, also made a mistake of paying the taxi driver with a check made out of toilet paper.
Janet Frame