“Everything, including your set of hand-blown green glass dishes with the tiny bubbles and imperfections, little bits of sand, proof they were crafted by the honest, simple, hard-working indigenous aboriginal people of wherever, well, these dishes all get blown out by the blast. Picture floor-to-ceiling drapes blown out and flaming to shreds in the hot wind.”
“Are we all bubbles blown by a baby?”
“...little creatures they were who seemed to have been blown from glass.”
“Dancing is not just getting up painlessly, like a leaf blown on the wind; dancing is when you tear your heart out and rise out of your body to hang suspended between the worlds.”
“Sometimes our light goes out, but is blown again into instant flame by an encounter with another human being.”
“People are in the dark, they don't know what to doI had a little lantern, oh but it got blown out too.I'm reaching out my hand. I hope you are too.I just want to be in the dark with you.”