“I sing of a woman with ink on her hands and pictures hidden beneath her hair. I sing of a dog with skin like velvet pushed the wrong way.I sing of the shape a fallen body makes in the dirt beneath a tree, and I sing of an ordinary man who is wanted to know things no human being could tell him.This is the true beginning.” KnowsMenWayHumansBodyHandsWantedHuman BeingsTreeDogHairShapesOrdinarySkinsFallenDirtInkWrong WayVelvetOrdinary Man Book:The Dogs of Babel Source: The Dogs of Babel
“For so long, it was just my secret. It burned inside me, and I felt like I was carrying something important, something that made me who I was and made me different from everybody else. I took it with me everywhere, and there was never a moment when I wasn't aware of it. It was like I was totally awake, like I could feel every nerve ending in my body. Sometimes my skin would almost hurt from the force of it, that's how strong it was. Like my whole body was buzzing or something. I felt almost, I don't know, noble, like a medieval knight or something, carrying this secret love around with me.” KnowsFeelsLongMadeImportantDifferentSometimesWholeMomentsBodyStrongForceFeltHurtSecretSkinsNobleAwakeNervesBurnedKnightsMedievalSecret Love Book:Lost and Found: A Novel Source: Lost and Found: A Novel
