We realized that the version of the world they rendered for us was not the version of the world they really believed in.
Jeffrey EugenidesWe listened to them, but it was clear they'd received too much therapy to know the truth.
Jeffrey EugenidesBubble gum angels swooped from top margins or scraped their wings between teeming paragraphs, maidens with golden hair dripped sea blue tears into the books spine, grape-colored whales spouted blood around a newspaper item (pasted in) listing arrivals to the endangered spieces list. Six hatchlings cried from shattered shells near an entry made on Easter. Cecilia had filled the pages with a profusion of colors and curlicues, candyland ladders and striped shamrocks.
Jeffrey Eugenides