“the intermittent breeze carried her scent to me again and again , singing in another language of memories from another form .”

“She couldn't steal herself back from Randa only to give herself away again - belong to another person, be answerable to another person, build her very being around another person.”

“There is another language beyond language,another place beyond heaven and hell.Precious gems come from another mine,the heart draws light from another source.”

“I could still smell her on my fur. It clung to me, a memory of another world.I was drunk with it, with the scent of her. I'd got too close.The smell of summer on her skin, the half-recalled cadence of her voice, the sensation of her fingers on my fur. Every bit of me sang with the memory of her closeness.Too close.I couldn't stay away.”

“Memory for most is a kind of afterlife; for my mother, it is another form of life.”

“Language disguises the thought; so that from the external form of the clothes one cannot infer the form of the thought they clothe, because the external form of the clothes is constructed with quite another object than to let the form of the body be recognized.”