Humor is almost always anger with its makeup on, I think, but in little towns the makeup tends to be thin. Bag of Bones (1998)
I agree that clouds often look like other things — fish and unicorns and men on horseback — but they are really only clouds. Even when the lightning flashes inside them we say they are only clouds and turn our attention to the next meal, the next pain, the next breath, the next page. This is how we go on. Bag of Bones (1998)