“Maybe Cubism started this way. Memory re-arranging a face.”
“Arrange whatever pieces come your way.”
“I’ve been practicin’ my morgue face for when I have to go identify your body. Wanna see it?” Nick said then he arranged his face in this kind of mock, sad, shocked look and slowly shook his head like a world with vigilante social workersmystified him.”
“Do you arrange your books alphabetically? (I hope not.)”
“Children in a family are like flowers in a bouquet: there's always one determined to face in an opposite direction from the way the arranger desires”