It’s A Rare Man Who Is Taken

What Use Is Wizardry If It Cannot Save A Unicorn?

I Feel A Whole Country Growing Inside Me, Thousands Of Years, Millions Of People, Stupid, Crazy, Shrewd People, And All Of Them Me. I Never Felt Like That Before, I Never Felt That There Was Anything Inside Me, Even Myself.

Her Face Was A Stranger’s Face, Which Was As It Should Be. Love Each Other From The Day We Are Born To The Day We Die, We Are Still Strangers Every Minute, And Nobody Should Forget That, Even Though We Have To.

Take Me With You. For Laughs, For Luck, For The Unknown. Take Me With You.

But What I Thought, And What I Still Think, And Always Will, Is That She Saw Me. Nobody Else Has Ever Seen Me — Me, Jenny Gluckstein — Like That. Not My Parents, Not Julian, Not Even Meena. Love Is One Thing — Recognition Is Something Else.