“Human thought, flying on the trapezes of the star-filled universe, with mathematics stretched beneath, was like an acrobat working with a net but suddenly noticing that in reality there is no net.”
“I'm the kind of Flying Wallenda who prays for a good net. That's all. Just a good net.”
“Thoughts are like burning stars, and ideas, they flood, they stretch the universe.”
“Sugar's cheek was smooth and taut beneath the veil. It felt like one of these netted onions in a grocery store.”
“the flying fish and the diving bird had been netted.”
“I don't know what I am thinking. But I am alone. I am trapped in the net of the room. In the net of humans. I think maybe I am drowning in the net of humans.”