“What... is the wind in that door?”
“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 door jumpsout from shadows,then jumps away. Thisis what I've come to find:the back door, unlatched.Tooled by insular wind, itslams and slamswithout meaningto and without meaning.”
“it's doors I'm afraid of because I can't see through them, its the door opening by itself in the wind I'm afraid of.”
“The wind held the door open for me, and I appreciated it. Who knew the breeze was such a southern gentleman?”
“A wind with a wolf's headHowled about our door,And we burned up the chairsAnd sat upon the floor.”