“Roland Barthes says, “That which cannot be named is a disturbance.”

“[Roland] Barthes turned the thable on the author, saying no only the a book needs a reader to wake it into life, but that in so doing the reader becomes nothing less that the author, who reveals in the book's hermeneutic possibilities, releases them and so becomes its own creator.”

“Him's name is Roland, Mama. I dream about him, sometimes. Him's a King, too.”

“The incapacity to name is a good symptom of disturbance.”

“She wishes nightmares were all that kept her awake. She cannot tell which disturbs here more, the future or the past.”

“Worlds which had trembled for a moment in their orbits now steadied, and in one of those worlds, in a desert that was the apotheosis of all deserts, a man named Roland turned over in his bedroll and slept easily once again beneath the alien constellations.”