‘In the water, my body isn't ambivalent, ambiguous, complicated—it's easy to read in its queerness.’

‘For the first time in the two months since he moved there and since Sarla's demise, he found himself awakened by a new sense of purpose.’

‘Martina leaned down into her bag and pulled out a pair of vivid blue surgical gloves. She pulled them over her sinewy hands, knuckles bulging against the latex.’

‘Ever since the dog, Brodie, got hit by that Hermes van, Katy had been like this.’

‘The showers will come in installments, unloading themselves from black clouds on one village at a time. They will embrace me and my mother river too.’

‘Evie’s disturbed by the glint of the blue bottle from where the bathroom door hangs ajar. She folds the newspaper and swallows, feeling its accusation lodge in her throat.’

‘She wades in and floats on her back and waves of forgetting wash her clean. It’s a good dream.’

‘I’m only a kid though. Only a kid, that’s all.’

‘She played the part of the gamine, maybe too much so. Imitating a man caused trouble.’

‘You said the perfect thing that made me feel safe and loved and comfortable and forever. And I can’t remember what it was.’

‘It was like embodiment had simply flaked off her, like dry skin at the end of a long winter.’

‘This was the part of new romance that Layla loved—the part when she felt like a dog chasing a car, when all she wanted was a short, intense burst of closeness.’

‘In the center of the table, a pink Phalaenopsis.’

‘Our society is so hell-bent on understanding the psychology behind the individual that we can’t even look our bully in the eye and get the revenge that we’ve been dreaming up for years and years.’

‘The elephant barely flinched as the spear stuck with a wobble into its right rear leg. No blood, no change. They all just kept floating downward.’

‘I’d done the due diligence, bought some bulbs, scoped out a plot and here I was digging myself a new flowerbed.’

‘At the bottom I found a thick sheaf of papers frozen together, the ice crackling and sliding off, the blue ink running melt-water into tiny blue stars.’

‘The body dropped like dirty clothes, brown hair knotted in a bun with an old tartan scrunchie. It’s a trip, seeing yourself from the other side.’

‘Out on the pier you look down at reflections of neon lights cracking and bouncing on the ocean’s black surface and wonder what it would be like to fall in.’