“Her book was filled with centaurs because she had not fully grasped the complexity of actual people, actual horses.”

“She had her head in a book. Like me she preferred reading about travel to actually traveling; it was so much more comfortable.”

“She knew she couldn’t escape unscathed, and the trauma would take her a long time to get past. And she might never fully heal mentally.There was no denying the fact, though, that everything had changed for her. To know what to expect wasn’t the same as actually living it.”

“She lays the book face down on her chest. Already her bedroom (no, their bedroom) feels more densely inhabited, more actual, because a character named Mrs. Dalloway is on her way to buy flowers.”

“Contrary to what most people say and believe, the simplicity is a great thing, i actually believe in - complexity is a fantastic thing and complex things should be approached in a complex way.”

“Her mind was present because she was always gone. Her hands were filled because they grasped the meaning of empty. Life was simple. Her husband returned and she served him with indifferent patience this time. When he asked what had happened to her heat for him, she gestured to the west.The sun was setting. The sky was a body of fire.”