“The poem is neither here nor there, and with a girl's breastit can illuminate the nights.With the glow of an apple it fills two bodies with lightand with a gardenia's breath it can revive a homeland!”
“You could fill a book with all the things you don't know,girl. In fact-I think someone may have already written it.But that's neither here nor there.”
“Where can I free myself of the homeland in my body?”
“There are two kinds of light - the glow that illuminates, and the glare that obscures.”
“I had a serious cute-geeky-girls-playing-ukuleles fetish that I can neither explain nor defend.”
“There are places in this world that are neither here nor there, neither up nor down, neither real nor imaginary...”