“None of us moved for a moment, and I knew why. The possibility of finding Aisha like that was too much, too grisly.”

“The moment that you feel, just possibly, you are walking down the street naked, exposing too much of your heart and your mind, and what exists on the inside, showing too much of yourself...That is the moment, you might be starting to get it right.”

“What should I possibly have to tell you, oh venerable one? Perhaps that you're searching far too much? That in all that searching, you don't find the time for finding?”

“I like pink lipstick…and pretty shoes..... Much to my surprise, I find that I do too.”

“Aisha…is it wrong of me to wish you to break a leg? Into many tiny, little pieces? And when or if it heals…would it be too much to hope it ends up looking in the wrong direction…like backwards? Because I truly do. From the bottom of my little, black heart.” She crossed her fingers over said thing.”

“I am too much of a skeptic to deny the possibility of anything.”