They have pie,” he tells her as she settles into the seat across from him. “Lemon meringue. And blueberry, too. Welcome to Winslow. - Caitlín R. Kiernan

I inspect everything more closely, and there is about every surface — the river, the forest, the bark of the trees, the underbrush between them, even my own skin — there is about it all the unmistakable texture of linen stretched and framed. And this is when I feel the camel’s hair brush and the oil paint dabbing tenderly, meticulously, at the space below my navel.

Y me cantó durante días y días, noches y noches, convirtiéndome en el recipiente de los recuerdos de un fantasma.

Sempre fui mulher, Imp. Os hormônios e a cirurgia não me modificaram de uma coisa para outra. Por isso odeio a expressão 'troca de sexo'. Ela é enganosa. Ninguém nunca trocou meu sexo. Eles simplesmente deixaram a carne mais em linha com a minha mente.