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Tausheten samlet skjørtene og gled som en edderkoppkvinne opp den glatte baderomsveggen.

En diger dagmåne hang blek på himmelen og dro dit de dro. Stor som vommen på en øldrikkende mann.

Thoug on one hand, he was taken by surprise, on the other, he knew, had known, with an ancient instinct, that one day History's twisted chickens would come home to roost.

'She has to stay indoors. She's very delicate. If she gets dirty she'll die'

Gentle half-moons have gathered under their eyes and they are as old as Ammu was when she died. Thirty-one.
Not old.
Not young.
But a viable die-able age.

The Great Stories are the ones you have heard and want to hear again.

It is unreasonable to expect a person to remember what she didn't know had happened.

In the year she knew him, before they were married, she discovered a little magic in herself, and for a while felt like a blithe genie released from her lamp. She was perhaps too young to realize that what she assumed was her love for Chacko was actually a tentative, timorous acceptance of herself.

"If you're happy in a dream, Ammu, does that count?" Estha asked.
"Does what count?"
"The happiness - does it count?"

For sannheten er at bare det som gjelds, gjelds.
Barns enkle, usvikelige visdom.
Gjelds det hvis du spiser fisk i drømme? Vil det si at du har spist fisk?