The mind wraps itself around a poem. - Marge Piercy

"He said to me once he had given up a normal life for the cyborgs. As if he could only create life if he gave up loving and living." (Yod about Avram, twenty-eight: HOW CAN WE TELL THE DANCER FROM THE DANCE?)

As if a wind that had been blowing hard against her had suddenly fallen silent, her ears roared with silence. ("What the Arbor Said")

"They perceive whatever they don't control as hostile." (Avram, twenty-five: WHERE THE ELITE MEET)