“The tension between us kicked up a notch, and I realized that along with our bodies being nearer, so were our lips.”

“We should realize in a vivid and revolutionary sense that we are not in our bodies but our bodies are in us.”

“And I kissed him back so hard, like I was trying to merge our bodies through our lips.”

“For our face and body were beautiful. Our face was not like the faces of our brothers, for we felt not pity when looking upon it. Our body was not like the bodies of our brothers, for our limbs were straigth and thin and hard and strong. And we thought that we could trust this being who looked upon us from the stream, and that we had nothing to fear with this being.”

“The simple things come back to us. They rest for a moment by our ribcages then suddenly reach in and twist our hearts a notch backward.”

“As she cried, I could feel growing there, as had once before, a presence between us: the tiny perfect form of Sherry nestled between her parents' bodies. Our bodies were shaped by her absence, by the almost unbearable weight of her loss.”