“Sometimes life begins like a bad dream and ends up like a kid's fairytale. The kind ourgrandmothers used to tell us about sitting next to a fireplace, with their white braids shining underthe fire's light. They knew that even in an era like ours, there is nothing wrong with dreaming..”

“I only have two kinds of dreams: the bad and the terrible. Bad dreams I can cope with. They're just nightmares, and they end eventually. I wake up. The terrible dreams are the good dreams. In my terrible dreams, everything is fine. I am still with the company. I still look like me. None of the last five years ever happened. Sometimes I'm married. Once I even had kids. I even knew their names. Everything's wonderful and normal and fine. And then I wake up, and I'm still me. And I'm still here. And that is truly terrible.”

“This is why dreams can be such dangerous things: they smolder on like a fire does, and sometimes they consume us completely.”

“Things certainly aren't the way you imagine them when you're a kid and dreaming big dreams about what your life as a grown-up will look like.”

“The cruel white man tried to braid fabrications. He tried to cut a curve and make me weak. He tried to split me from the ones I love. I tell him to, suck a lemon or sit on thorned spirea. Alphabet coming from my mouth is like us. But I maintain my faith, hope for dreams of silk and my greatest kiss of life.”

“Later our dreams begin catching fire around the edges, they burn like paper, we wake with our hands full of ash.”