You want the truth, of course. You want me to put two and two together. But two and two doesn’t necessarily get you the truth. Two and two equals a voice outside the window. Two and two equals the wind. The living bird is not its labeled bones.

“You can think clearly only with your clothes on.”

“Extreme good, extreme evil: the abilities required are similar.”

“His drawings were not originals then, only copies. He must have been doing them…”

“At night, Toby breathed herself in. Her new self. Her skin smelled like honey a…”