“ A mixture, before the English, of irritation and bafflement, of having this same language, same past, so many same things, and yet not belonging to them any more. Being worse than rootless... speciesl… John Fowles
“ I felt naked beneath the wildness of her eyes. I felt alive. Unknown. And I knew then that the world contained so many things I would never understand. Chris Howard
“ I gripped against her like she was metal and I was all full of lightning, charged up and jagged and of that moment alone. Chris Howard
