“How can the word love, the word life, even fit in the mouth?”

“Remember how it was when we kissed? Armfuls and armfuls of light thrown right at us. A rope dropping down from the sky. How can the word love and the word life even fit in the mouth?”

“Maria!How can I fit a tender word into bulging ears?”

“...if you do not even understand what words say, how can you expect to pass judgement on what words conceal?”

“...if you do not even understand what words say,how can you expect to pass judgementon what words conceal?”

“The grief hits her hard one day. the way it can't be controlled. The way that yesterday can be good and so can the day before, and so can the week and fortnight before that, but then today comes and she's back to zero. How she can't type words into her computer or even press the in-box for her mail. The effort it takes to walk. How words can't form in her mouth and how her blood feels paralyzed.”