People take on the shapes of the songs and the stories that surround them, especially if they don't have their own song.

Most of us only find our own voices after we've sounded like a lot of other people.

Eyes as black and as shiny as chips of obsidian stared back into his. They were eyes like black holes, letting nothing out, not even information.

I hope that in this year to come, you make mistakes. Because if you are making mistakes...you're Doing Something.

That which is dreamed can never be lost, can never be undreamed.

What need, Dunstan wondered, could someone have of the storm-filled eggshells?

I mean, maybe I am crazy. I mean, maybe. But if this is all there is, then I don't want to be sane.