“Often, we melt into our ecstasies as though they were jams, as though we were sinking into syrupy bowls of gooseberries, of raspberries, of bilberries.”
“We walked back the way we came, and even though it was dark there were no lights burning inside the houses. They were like people without hearts; raspberry tarts without the jam.”
“We are reading the story of our livesAs though we were in itAs though we had written it”
“We gather our arms full of guilt as though it were precious stuff. It must be that we want it that way.”
“We wanted to enjoy the afterglow and we were trying our best to bond, but it was difficult with so many people between us, even though most of them were ghosts.”
“We have to build our lives out of what materials we have. It's as though we were given a heap of blocks and told to build a house.”