“There is a sense in which a painted stick is a stick in bloom. This stick points to the hidden face of God. Sometimes it points to you.”
“He couldn't offend the gods with a pointed stick.”
“You can miss a lot by sticking to the point.”
“I could shove this swizzle stick through his heart, Min thought. She would'nt do it, of course. The stick was plastic and not nearly pointed enough on the end.”
“Look Samuel!” She points to the couple—I noticing a twig sticking out of her hair. “Mannequins.”
“Stick." I said in Russian. I had no clue what the word for stake was. I pointed at the silver ring I wore and made a slashing motion. "Stick. where?" He stared at me in utter confusion and then asked in perfect English, "why are you talking like that?”