“You are my daughter. I would love you if you put out the sun.”
“My love for you would blot out the sun like a cloud made out of yogurt. I hope you brought a spoon.”
“you are my sun, and if the sun went out, the shadow would die.”
“Maman drops to her knees, grasps the hem of Monsieur LeBlanc’s greatcoat. “You cannot turn us out. My daughters, all three good girls, you would put them on the street?”
“...and I put on "All My Love" and watched the sun rise yet again and thought thank you Robert Plant for all your love but do you have anymore?”
“If I were not to put my arms out; would I have not caught you when you fell”