“I know when dark-haired evening put on her bright silk at sunset, and, folding the sea sidled under the sheet with her starry laugh, that there'd be no rest, there'd be no forgetting. Is like telling mourners round the graveside about resurrection, they want the dead back.”
“Her other mother smiled brightly and the hair on her head drifted like plants under the sea.”
“Maybe if the empty space inside her was filled with love there'd be no room for sad and dark things.”
“I watched her departure, as one watches a sunset. She went like a radiance through the dark wood, which was henceforth bright to me, from simply knowing that such a creature was in it.”
“He decided there was no point in telling her he'd looked in the fridge and seen none of these things. There'd just be some variation of his mother's standard crack about Male Refrigeration Blindness Syndrome.”
“I didn't even think about suggesting he take the boots off. There'd probably be a apocalypse or something.”