"Can you see anything in the dark, with your sunglasses on?" she asked me.
“The big show is inside my head,” I said.”
I couldn’t live where there were no trees—something vital in me would starve.
Dear old world”, she murmured, “you are very lovely, and I am glad to be alive in you.
I can have oodles of charm when I want to.
I can see it
Of course it is exhausting, having to reason all the time in a universe which wasn’t meant to be reasonable.