“A story is like a painting, Sóli. It doesn’t have to look like what you see out the window.”

“If you look in the mirror and don't like what you see, you can find out first hand what it's like to be me.”

“This is what I liked most about my friends: just sitting around and telling stories. Window stories and mirror stories.”

“I have qualms and wonder what a qualm would look like if you painted it -- probably like a bowl of melting ice cream or a dish of Jell-o just before it sets.”

“... he said it felt like walking into another century, being there, looking up at the mullion windows, all darkened now, and the castellated towers that rose up out of the clutch of the ivy. "And you," he said, "you look like the heroine of a nineteenth-century novel, with your beautifully serious face and your grave, grey eyes. So do you have a suitably romantic story to tell?”

“Her body was rounded like earth. Stories. Breath. . . . Her eyes have been painted closed. I understand. To tell a story you must travel inward.”