“In the future, it’ll be my child, but it will be my child’s life, so I must name it not for me, but for it. I like how that sounds. I think I’ll call it “It.” Boy or girl, It is perfect. ”
“A girl takes my tongue, signs her name& asks me how do I like it?”
“So I buy it. The most perfect little cardigan in the world. People will call me the Girl in the Gray Cardigan. I’ll be able to live in it. Really, it’s an investment.”
“WHAT am I, after all, but a child, pleas’d with the sound of my own name? repeating it over and over; I stand apart to hear—it never tires me. To you, your name also; Did you think there was nothing but two or three pronunciations in the sound of your name?”
“Instead I sounded like a little girl on her first day of kindergarten. My name is Bee, and I like coloring and horsies.”
“Because through the heavy water, I heard the sound of an angel calling my name, calling me to the only heaven I wanted.”