“Progress everywhere today does seem to come so very heavily diguised as Chaos.”

“Because I think to myself, even today, how can the world in all its chaos come up with so many coincidences, so many similarities and exact opposites?”

“Today the mockingbird does not sound very happy. It sounds if it is coming apart. As of the very heart of itself-its song-is breaking into pieces and flying off in a hundred directions.”

“hair Butch waxed so heavily that it seemed to scream up from his skull.”

“Suffering is one very long moment. We cannot divide it by seasons. We can only record its moods, and chronicle their return. With us time itself does not progress. It revolves. It seems to circle round one centre of pain.”

“The progress of her aging seemed to occur in fits and starts, not so much a matter of physical growth as a deepening self-possession, as if she were coming into ownership of her life.”