“Through the window a broken fingernail of moon was visible.”

“I lay there, stretched out, looking at the one star visible through the tiny window of the room. Only connect. How can you do that when the connections are broken?”

“The young woman was a window waiting to be climbed through. A window that she guessed was a little broken anyway.”

“More than once, the broken moon would cast through the window a silver light and remind me of independent events yielding to their own momentum and interacting under natural laws while my mind would impose happiness, grief, beauty, ruin, justice and chaos.”

“Me and Nkiruka, we watched through the window until the moon grew an extraordinary size, so big that it filled the window frame. We could see the face of the man in the moon, so close that we could see the madness in his eyes.”

“Life is supposed to be messy. Being human means you will get our heart broken and your fingernails dirty.”