“the rain falls, catching the trailing edges of net curtains which flow out of open windows like fishing nets lowered over the backs of boats, nets hung neatly between the outside and the in, keeping floundering secrets firmly hidden...”
“Logic is a net to catch a „fish“ with. And the Truth is like water that can not be caught with net”
“A net across the Little Trickle won't catch fish in the Watercress River.”
“Joy is a net of love in which you can catch souls.”
“Death is like a fisherman who has caught a fish in his net and leaves it for a time in the water: the fish still swims about, but the net surrounds it, and the fisherman will take it when he wishes.”
“Insecurity is like a net, and I let it catch me.”