“I reveled in the smallness, the coziness of an upstairs bedroom in a traditional American Cape Cod house the half-floor that forces you to duck, to feel small and naive again, ready for anything, dying for love, your body a chimney filled with odd, black smoke. These square, squat, awkward rooms are like a fifty-square-foot paean to teenage-hood, to ripeness, to the first and last taste of youth.”

“...soft light ate away at the darkness and revealed a rather large room outfitted with a small kitchen, an antique-looking couch, and a… a bed. Nervously, I turned away and folded my arms. The place reminded me more of a love-nest than anything else. Then again, the stockpile of rifles hanging on the wall kind of ruined the cozy feel.”

“The room was a small square of hopelessness.A flash of red. And then:Dimensions: 10 ft. by 9 ft.I swallowed a horrific giggle. Perfect. And now I knew the exact measurements of hopelessness.”

“Her house looked cold from the foggy lea,And the square of each window a dull black blurWhere showed no stir:Yes, her gloom within at the lack of meSeemed matching mine at the lack of her.The black squares grew to be squares of lightAs the eyeshade swathed the house and lawn,And viols gave tone;There was glee within. And I found that nightThe gloom of severance mine alone”

“Magnus led her in one of the room on the first floor. A bath with a nice, big corner bathtub bordered on the bedroom. Like all rooms in this house this was also equipped luxuriously.„Clothes are in the cupboard. Towels and bubble bath already lie there. Feel like at home.“She nodded and looked at him waiting.He smiled again.„Should I join you? I could also need a bath.“She smiled back and shook the head.„No, thanks Magnus. I need a lot of place.“„Well, you could sit on my lap.“She closed the mouth tight her eyes and tried to look indignant, but in the meantime his flirting was a lot of fun for her. She liked the game between them. „Alone.“He smiled and made a small bow.„As you wish.”

“[...] its small squares of fast-passing light, the early evening windows of the lives of hundreds of others.”