“And all our righteousnesses are filthy rags and we all do fade as a leaf and our inequities like the wind have taken us away”

“All memories fade away in the end. Then, only dreams are left. And because they are all we have, we confide our life’s worries to them.”

“Perhaps our age has driven us indoors.We sprawl in the semi-darkness, dreaming sometimesOf a vague world spinning in the wind.But we have snapped our locks, pulled down our shades,Taken all precautions. We shall not be disturbed.If the earth shakes, it will be on a screen;And if the prairie wind spills down our streetsAnd it covers us with leaves, the weatherman will tell us.”

“Do you know what the wind tastes like? […] Mysterious spices […] that tell us about people and events far away. That we can’t see. But that we can sense if we draw the wind deep into our mouths and then eat it.”

“Far away, our dreams have nothing to do with what we do. The wind carries the night, and passes on, aimless.”

“What shall we do, all of us? All of us oassionate girls who fear crushing the boys we love with our mouths like caverns of teeth, our mushrooming brains, our watermelon hearts?”