“I shoved on a dressing-gown, and flew downstairs like a mighty, rushing wind.”
“When you've been tossed and driven like the mighty rushing wind; hold on to you sense of dignity, in the end you will be the one that comes out on the top.”
“Sometimes I spend all day in my dressing gown. But if I do dress, I make myself ravishing because then, I feel ravishing.”
“Rushing, like wind through a door, and Karou was the door, and the wind was coming home, and she as also the wind. She was all: wind and home and door. She rushed into herself and was filled. She let herself in and was full.”
“a pink taffeta evening gown. It looked like it had run away from a junior highprom...The dress looked like a petunia on steroids to me.”
“The wind seems to be blowing through the gaps in the conversation like the rushing of empty space.”