“Then she broke down and cried onto the flowery wrapping paper. Melanie put her arms around the poor, thin body. What is Aunt Margaret made of? Birdbones and tissue paper. spun glass and straw.”
“What is Aunt Margaret made of? Bird bones and tissue paper, spun glass and straw.”
“The dignity of man was everywhere tissue-paper thin.”
“I had the brief notion that his heart, pressed flat as a flower, crimson and thin as tissue paper, lay in this file. It was a very thin one.”
“We wrap our arms around each other and we cry. We cry mother to daughter. We cry aunt to niece. We cry victim to victim. We cry survivor to survivor.”
“From where she is, the page- her paper-thin future-is infinitely heavy.”