Her mind is a haunted house.
Paper is the strongest material in the world; paper can handle what I can't.
A lie does not become truth just because ten people are telling it.
The neighbourhood is a place of...intrigue and emotional espionage, where when two people stop to talk on the street their tongues are like the two halves of a scissor coming together, cutting reputations and good names to shreds.
On the journey towards the beloved, you live by dying at every step
How keen everyone is to make this world their home forgetting its impermanence It's like trying to see and name constellations in a fireworks display.