“Sisters-the ones we share last names with and the ones we choose-are the lining of every woman's soul.”

“Fate is the name of a large bunch of myriad paths; we choose one out of these.”

“He stopped at every village, every hamlet, every house and hovel he passed along the way to ask if they had seen or heard anything of his sister,, Gretel. But no one had. "You mean Gretel, the old woman?""No, my sister.""Gretel, my sister's baby?""No, my sister. And she's not a baby.""I have a goat named Gretel.""No!”

“Every day we walk a razor thin line between the ordinary and the tragic."...First line of Gift For My Sister.”

“Sooner or later we all lose our loved ones. We all have to suffer, every last one of us.”

“Indeed, the line between perceiving and hallucinating is not as crisp as we like to think. In a sense, when we look at the world, we are hallucinating all the time. One could almost regard perception as the act of choosing the one hallucination that best fits the incoming data.”