“Listening to it was like having a mud-slimed piece of silk drawn lightly back and forth across her face.”

“You run back and forth listening for unusual events,peering into the faces of travelers."Why are you looking at me like a madman?"I have lost a friend. Please forgive me.”

“My thoughts swim. Back and forth, in and out, across the tides of history”

“A puddle repeats infinity, and is full of light; nevertheless, if analyzed objectively, a puddle is a piece of dirty water spread very thin on mud.”

“Time passes and the pain begins to roll in and out as though it’s a woman standing at an ironing board, passing the iron back and forth, back and forth across a white tablecloth.”

“Well, good afternoon, sunshine. How are you feeling?""Like something the cat dragged in, then dragged back outside to leave in the rain, and mud, then the lightning hit it, and burned it, and the cat came back to tear it into pieces, before burying it.”