“She is a cat with a burning tail, an ant under a microscope, a fly about to lose its wings to the curious plucking fingers of a third-grader on a rainy day, a game for bored children with no bodies and the whole universe at their feet.”

“Case closed, game over, zip up your fly.”

“It's as if God gave you something-all those stories- and said, "Here you are. Try not to lose it." But children lose everything unless somebody is there to help them, and if your parents are too stupid to do it, maybe i ought to.”

“Her body was wrapped in shadows like moth wings, like rose-petals.”

“When you empty out the vessel, you also empty out all the crap floating around in there. The additives. The impurities. It sure feels good. It's a whole body, whole-minded enema.”

“Only children tell the whole truth, you know. That's what makes them children.”

“And she sees that the moonlight is losing its orange glow. It has become buttery, and will soon turn to silver.”