“Meanwhile, Jess and I looked like we had rats burrowed in our hair and since we both fell asleep without taking off our makeup, we had racoon eyes to go with it - not exactly beauty queens.”

“I realized then how much alike we were. Both of us looked backwards to a beloved time that was lost to us, a time where everything had been beautiful. Both of us looked forward to some time and place that would be better. And both of us were here, now, in a grim, unhappy time where little was as we wanted it to be. We lived in our memories and in our hopes, enduring the present because we had no other choice, and because we loved the people who lived here with us.”

“For our face and body were beautiful. Our face was not like the faces of our brothers, for we felt not pity when looking upon it. Our body was not like the bodies of our brothers, for our limbs were straigth and thin and hard and strong. And we thought that we could trust this being who looked upon us from the stream, and that we had nothing to fear with this being.”

“Since the earliest period of our life was preverbal, everything depended on emotional interaction. Without someone to reflect our emotions, we had no way of knowing who we were.”

“I didn't want to wake up either. We both held onto each other. We looked at each other before we closed our eyes and let go of her.”

“On the moon we wore feathers in our hair, and rubies on our hands. On the moon we had gold spoons.”