Wisp

“She had been on the surface of the leaf, the leaf like a page, and the page that of a book; then by the margin she had sunk to its stem, gathering in; and now she was burrowing within the opening, down to the threads of the sticthing where they looped and tunnelled in the unliving earth, through the binding, and then out, anchoring, diffusing, radical. Here it begins. Here begins. Here.”
― Andrew Zurcher, Twelve Nights

“So long as there is a middle, there is a story.”
― Andrew Zurcher, Twelve Nights

“- 'Sometimes people who truly love one another can't bear to come together.'

- 'Why?'

- 'Where would you go from there?'

- 'Where would you need to go?”
― Andrew Zurcher, Twelve Nights

“She is the thing that no one can ever see clearly. The thing you can almost grasp, the thing you can very nearly make out, but then it eludes you - she is what gets away, like a thought or a vision at the moment you start from sleep, like the strand you lose when you look at the twine. Or when you love someone very, very much, and you think you might burst - she is the bursting.”
― Andrew Zurcher, Twelve Nights