I was sand, I was snowโwritten on, rewritten, smoothed over.
The facts of this world seen clearly are seen through tears.
She had no images of this love. She could offer no anecdotes. It was a belief rather than a memory.
He considers me also a little fragile because artistic. I need to be cared for, like a potted plant.
Canada was built on dead beavers.
What people want is perfection," said the man. "In themselves." "But they need the steps to it to be pointed out," said the woman. "In a simple order," said the man. "With encouragement," said the woman. "And a positive attitude.