Cheryl: She died a famous woman, denying her wounds, denying her wounds came from the same source as her power.
Bobbi: I've always been someone's daughter or mother or wife. I never got to be in the driver's seat of my own life.
Cheryl: I know only that I didn't need to reach with my bare hands anymore. That seeing the fish beneath the surface was enough. That it was everything. My life -like all lives - mysterious, irrevocable and sacred, so very close, so very present, so very belonging to me. How wild it was, to let it be.
Bobbi: I always wanted a room with a view.
Cheryl: God is a ruthless bitch.
Cheryl: Ash body. I prefer the ashes of the body. Soft and silver. As a pale light falling to earth.
