“I shake my head and the tiny acrobats fall like spangles, like the cool rain on another planet, down to the inside of my feet.”

“I had a fierce headache and (my parents’) soft conversation was like a light rain falling on the hot roof of my head.”

“Truth.It feels cool, like water washing over my sticky-hot body. Cooling a heat that's been burning me up all my life.Truth, I say inside my head again, just for that feeling.”

“This case was too full of skewed, slippery parallels, and I couldn't shake the uneasy sense that they were somehow deliberate. Every coincidence felt like a sea-worn bottle slammed down on the sand at my feet, with my name engraved neatly on the glass and inside a message in some mockingly indecipherable code.”

“But I know just what it feels like to have a voice in the back of my head, like a face that I hold inside, face that awakes when I close my eyes, face that watches everytime I lie, face that laughs everytime I fall. (It watches EVERYTHING) ... But the face inside is hearing me, right beneath my skin.”

“My scars were reflecting the mist in your headlights I looked like a neon zebra, shaking rain off her stripes”