The airport bookstore did not sell books, only bestsellers, which Sita Dulip cannot read without risking a severe systemic reaction.

I had forgotten how much light there is in the world, till you gave it back to me.

Distrust everything I say. I am telling the truth.

Hate gets going, it goes round, it gets older and tighter and older and tighter, until it holds a person inside it like a fist holds a stick.

Much arrogance is necessary equipment for an artist, I think. Not sufficient, but necessary. It carries one across the gaps.

The fish in the creek said nothing. Fish never do. Few people know what fish think about injustice, or anything else.

Readers, after all, are making the world with you. You give them the materials, but it's the readers who build that world in their own minds.