“It was an old story so rubbed with retelling that the edges were blurry.”

“So many versions of just one memory, and yet none of them were right or wrong. Instead, they were all pieces. Only when fitted together, edge to edge, could they even begin to tell the whole story.”

“People forgot; it was in the nature of people to forget, to blur boundaries, to retell stories to come out the way they wanted them to come out, to remember things as how they ought to be instead of how they were.”

“Most people, after one success, are so cringingly afraid of doing less well that they rub all the edge off their subsequent work.”

“Open the book. (The gilt rubs off the edges of the pages and pollinates the fingertips.)”

“Miracles are a retelling in small letters of the very same story which is written across the whole world in letters too large for some of us to see.”