“This is the room where Jezebel frescoed her eyelids with history's tragic glitter”
“...Jezebel the nun, who violently knits...”
“Here. Where I am anonymous and alone in a white room with no history and no parading. So I can make something unknown in the shape of this room. Where I am King of Corners. ”
“History could hover, like a faint perfume or a memory stamped on the back of one's eyelids.”
“A library, to modify the famous metaphor of Socrates, should be the delivery room for the birth of ideas - a place where history comes to life.”
“Ella held herself rigidly against all emotion until she arrived at the dark haven of her room. Then she threw herself across her bed and cried because life was such a tragic thing.”