“She mourns the stillbirth of anything that craves to be born. It doesn't have to be a child. It can be an artwork, an idea, or a miscarried love.” — Tor Udall Copy Share Image
“They talked in the supermarket, the butcher's and the post office of how they had watched a child collecting twigs, or was it flowers...? How they had noticed the sky, what a blue sky there was that day. Chloe remembers… — Tor Udall Copy Share Image
“Nothing is set in stone. A bird can be refolded into a boat, a fish, a kimono, or any other extravagant vision. At other… — Tor Udall Copy Share Image
“Everyone needs company, some kind of consolation. This is the rough comfort of strangers, the sympathy of touch.” — Tor Udall Copy Share Image
“Among the dog leads, phones and hats, there would be babies hoped for and lost. All this would be remembered: missed opportunities, mislaid friends,… — Tor Udall Copy Share Image
“Tearing the paper means you've stopped believing in the infinite possibilities of a square.” — Tor Udall Copy Share Image
“He looked like a painting in restoration - that at some point in his life he had been beautiful.” — Tor Udall Copy Share Image
“A master of origami said he tried to express with paper the joy of life, and the last thought before a man dies.” — Tor Udall Copy Share Image
“She can't believe she is going to compose her first love letter. She can hardly bear the exposure as if her body is a… — Tor Udall Copy Share Image
“Perhaps she thought she would see a tunnel of light or an angelic choir. But the only thing she saw was every kiss she… — Tor Udall Copy Share Image
“She mourns the stillbirth of anything that craves to be born. It doesn't have to be a child. It can be an artwork, an… — Tor Udall Copy Share Image
“They talked in the supermarket, the butcher's and the post office of how they had watched a child collecting twigs, or was it flowers...?… — Tor Udall Copy Share Image
