"Money. You don't know where it's been, but you put it where your mouth is. And it talks."

"The music that of common speech but slanted so that each detail sounds unexpected as a sharp inserted in a simple scale."

"Twisting through the thorn-thick underbrush, scratched and exhausted, one turns suddenly to find an unexpected waterf…"

"Yet the stones remain less real to those who cannot name them, or read the mute syllables graven in silica. To see a …"

"This is a prayer, inchoate and unfinished, for you, my love, my loss, my lesion, a rosary of words to count out time'…"

"We are not as we were. Death has been our pentecost."

"My blessed California, you are so wise. You render death abstract, efficient, clean. Your afterlife is only real esta…"

"We lived in places that we never knew. We could not name the birds perched on our sill, Or see the trees we cut down …"

"Teach us the names of what we have destroyed."

"How many voices have escaped you until now, the venting furnace, the floorboards underfoot, the steady accusations of…"