I had already seen more of the world, its beauty and misery and sheer surprise, than they could hope or fear to perceive. White Oleander (1999)
People were just like that. We couldn't even see each other, just the shadows moving, pushed by unseen winds. White Oleander (1999)
This was an artist's stare, attentive to detail, taking in the truth without preconceptions. It was a stare that didn't turn away when I stared back, but was startled to find itself returned. White Oleander (1999)