“I note how calm she looks and how focused she is. She is well-practiced in the art of losing herself. I can't say the same of myself.”
“She is well practiced in the art of losing herself.”
“It was impossible to tell how she felt. When she tried to look inside of herself, all she saw were tangled things shifting in and out of focus.”
“At that point I asked myself: How is it that she is not amazed at herself, that she keeps her lips closed and makes no such remark?”
“... I somehow convinced myself that she knew how I felt, and that she probably felt the same way.”
“How shallow the words are, really - She is a witch. One might as well say, She is a mother, thinks Iris; that about covers the same terrain, doesn't it?”