...only the screaming came out, no words, just the sounds of loneliness and fear (book 1 chapter 1) - Jo Sinclair

They started off the porch, and [she] felt the poems moving with her into the street, like a singing. (p309)

In the darkness, he found her and it was as if the discovery encompassed him at the same time. She was in a secret forest-place of night, where no pain could enter. His body, his lips and hands, made gleams of light by which she could read at last all the answers to hunger. (book 3 chapter 6)

She saw his dreamer eyes; the dream was love, togetherness, two people together.
She saw his whole dreamer self, and she called his name. (p297)