“A rhinestone skein, a jeweled brocade of light,–the city is a garment stretched so thinher festive colors bleed into the night.”

“Sister, why do you do that?""Do what?""Cage the animals at night?""Well..." She looked up and out through the barred window before answering me."We don't want to, Jennings, but we have to. You see, the animals that are given to us we have to take care of. If we didn't cage them up in one place, we might lose them, they might get hurt or damaged. It's not the best thing, but it's the only way we have to take care of them.""But if somebody loved one them," I asked, "wouldn't it be a good idea to let them have one? To keep, I mean?""Yes, it would be. But not everyone would love them and take care of them as you would. I wish I could give them all away tomorrow." She looked at me. There were tears in her eyes. "But I can't. My heart would break if I saw just one of those animals lying by the wayside uncared for, unloved. No, Jennings. It's better if we keep them together.”

“A woman's spirit blossoms in the colors of her soul.”

“Trust is for the weak [...] and love is for victims.”

“Excuse me, but you didn't answer me. What part of it is good for you?" she pressed."I found you," he said.”

“It could be spelled a-b-c-d and it wouldn't help me. I have no idea what that is.”

“And love is for victims." She shoved her helmet onto her head. "And like you said, I don't have that luxury anymore.”