Nothing could have survived our life.

isn't it funny how danger makes people passionate?

Why is there happiness and comfort and excitement where you are and no where else in the world.

She felt the essence of herself pulled finer and smaller like those streams of spun glass that pull and stretch till there remains but a glimmering illusion. Neither falling nor breaking, the stream spins finer. She felt herself very small and ecstatic. Alabama was in love.

It's terrible to allow conventional habits to gain a hold on a whole household; to eat, sleep and live by clock ticks.

Death is the only real elegance.

And, Joey, if you ever want to know about the japonicas and the daisy fields it will be alright that you have forgotten because I will be able to tell you about how it felt to be feeling that way you cannot quite remember – that will be for the time when something happens years from now that reminds you of now.