Her mind is a bird that's trapped inside her skull, flapping and thrashing, never breaking free.

It taught that there are three versions of things: the one I see in my mind, and the one that carries onto the paper, and then what it ultimately becomes.

I had this feeling like the solution to everything would be down there if only I could dig through all those clouds.

Life is much different from the days when there were lilies in my mother’s garden, and all my secrets fit into a paper cup.

I shake my head, watching snow tumble and swirl from an all-white sky. The world seems so clean if you only look up

I want to make a world more magical than my own. I don't care if it makes sense, I don't care if it's ridiculed or if, rather than a neat round planet that goes around forever, it ends with a cliff that falls off into nothing. I want to have my eyes wide open, and I want to see this room and at the same time, not this room.

His three wives are huddled together on the bare mattress, one of them dying; when we're together, we form an alliance he can't touch. He's scared to even try.