“Perhaps, over the years, like most things, the walls had aged. Thinned. Worn thin by the day to day endlessness of its own existence.”
“My memories of them had rubbed thin with overuse, worn to frail color transparencies flickering on the walls of my mind”
“Shadow children, thin and small,Now the day is left behind,You are dancing on the wall,On the curtains, on the blind.”
“It could not be a wall but there could be a thin thin line there all round everything.”
“Each day he made attempts … but produced nothing but quotations, thinly or well disguised, of his own work. Nothing sprang free of its own idiom, its own authority, to offer the element of surprise that would be the guarantee of originality.”
“It had been so long since she had seen him and she had lived on memories until they were worn thin.”