So something had begun, and now she could not stop it. Twin threads ran through her: fear and excitement. She could leave this place today. She could start a new life somewhere else.

It seemed there was no end at all to the lies a person could tell, once she got started.

Twin threads ran through her: fear and excitement.

He fished in his pocket for his keys and instead pulled out the last geode, gray and smooth, earth-shaped. He held it, warming in his palm, thinking of all mysteries the world contained: layers of stone, concealed beneath the flesh of earth and grass; these dull rocks, with their glimmering hidden hearts.

...and the distance between them, millimeters only, the space of a breath, opened up and deepened, became a cavern at whose edge he stood.

You can't stop time. You can't capture light. You can only turn your face up and let it rain down.

That there were other worlds, invisible, unknown, beyond imagination even, was a revelation to him.