For a moment the two of them looked at each other, wordless, as if they were asleep and their dreams had converged on common ground, a place where sound was alien.

The sky, at sunset, looked like a carnivorous flower.

In some lost fold of the past, we wanted to be lions and we're no more than castrated cats

Even on the poorest streets people could be heard laughing. Some of these streets were completely dark, like black holes, and the laughter that came from who knows where was the only sign, the only beacon that kept residents and strangers from getting lost.

If you're going to say what you want to say, you're going to hear what you don't want to hear.

They could read him, they could study him, they could pick him apart, but they couldn't laugh or be sad with him.

I decided to tell the truth even if it meant being pointed at.