“The force that through the green fuse drives the flowerDrives my green age; that blasts the roots of treesIs my destroyer”
“Love drips & gathers, but the fallen bloodShall calm her sores..."-Thomas, The Force that through the green fuse drives the flower.”
“Are you the dart?" he said. "Are you the knife? The fuse?" She said (though he wasn't convinced): "My deane, my poppet, I am too green to walk into a public place and do something bad...”
“Death was driving an emerald-green Lexus.”
“Drive, guy. That green light isn’t going to get a deeper green. It’ll only ripen and turn yellow.”
“I only know there's something unsettling about a door that closes forever. I feel a vague lament about the changing of my body, the alterations in my appearance, the bleeding out of motherhood, the fear that I will not find the mysterious green fuse again.”