Perhaps things will become worse and then better. Perhaps there’s a small god up in heaven readying herself for us. Another world is not only possibl… - Arundhati Roy

Another world is not only possible, she is on her way. On a quiet day, I can hear her breathing.

Another world is not only possible, she is on her way. Maybe many of us won't be here to greet her, but on a quiet day, if I listen very carefully, I can hear her breathing.

Another world is not only possible, she's on the way and, on a quiet day, if you listen very carefully you can hear her breathe.

He walked on water. Perhaps. But could he have *swum* on land? In matching knickers and dark glasses? With his Fountain in a Love-in-Tokyo? In pointy shoes and a puff? Would he have had the imagination?

It is curious how sometimes the memory of death lives on for so much longer than the memory of the life that it purloined. Over the years, as the memory of Sophie Mol ... slowly faded, the Loss of Sophie Mol grew robust and alive. It was always there. Like a fruit in season. Every season. As permanent as a government job.

In a while he reached across the table and took her hand in his. He could not have known that he was trying to comfort a building that had been struck by lightning.