“All life has emptiness at it's core it is the quiet hollow reed through which the wind of God blows and makes the music that is our life.”

“The streets are empty. Wind skims the voids keeping neighbors apart, as if grazing the hollow of a cut reed, or say, a plundered mailbox. A familiar note is produced. It's the one Desolation plays to keep its instrument in tune.”

“I'm a tundra with wind endlessly blowing a hollow tunnel through me.”

“Life and stories are alike in one way: They are full of hollows. The king and queen have no children: They have a child hollow. The girl has a wicked stepmother: She has a mother hollow. In a story, a baby comes along to fill the child hollow. But in life, the hollows continue empty.”

“Change is inevitable and life changes as swiftly as the wind blows. It’s which direction that you let the wind blow you that matters.”

“The wind seems to be blowing through the gaps in the conversation like the rushing of empty space.”