I knew myself for the first time in a week, standing on earth instead of polished marble.
You’ve been inexpressibly lucky, he said finally. And inexpressibly mad, although in your case the two seem to be the same thing
I don't want more sense! I said loudly, beating against the silence of the room. Not if sense means I'll stop loving anyone. What is there besides people that's worth holding on to?
I wanted to scream, to weep. I wanted to drag my hand across the world and wipe it.
The jurors appear vaguely stranded and at loose ends, uprooted from their routines and livelihoods.