“At least the tree knows where it stands. It had a sense of place. It's fixed. Attached. And I am lost. I belong to nothing, and no one, but that's all going to change.' - ppg 165” — Annabel Pitcher Copy Share Image
“...they were always going somewhere yet seemingly nowhere, some house, some club, some river, some place, all fixed by a nowhere ring of familiar faces.” — Ivor W. Hartmann Copy Share Image
