[T]here's a thin line separating the delicate from the bloodless, in art as in food.
Calcutta: Two Years in the City...the heart breaks in so many different ways that when it heals, it will have fault lines ...
A Familiar RainWrinkles ? Why all the fuss ? Think of them as lines of distinction; marks of maturity.
Impromptu ScribeLiterature itself is a species of code. You line up symbols and create a simulacrum of life.
Strange Bodies