“All that was a dream, you couldn't hold on, you couldn't depend on frosted glass and Debussy.”

“Panic was the worst thing. When you panicked, you couldn't see possibilities. Then came despair.”

“Who are you? the band sang. I tried to remember but I really couldn't say.”

“Wasn't that the way it always was? You didn't know, you couldn't tell, you just let it happen... Perhaps they didn't know themselves. Sometimes the line was very fine.”

“That was the thing about words, they were clear and specific-chair, eye, stone- but when you talked about feelings, words were too stiff, they were this and not that, they couldn't include all the meanings. In defining, they always left something out.”

“That kind of tenderness couldn't be permitted to last. You only got a taste, enough to know what perfection meant, and then you paid for it the rest of your life. Like the guy chained to a rock, who stole fire. The gods made an eagle eat his liver for all eternity. You paid for every second of beauty you managed to steal. ”

“I couldn't imagine owning beauty like my mothers. I wouldn't dare.”