‘the lies learned from fairytales were my first perjuries.  let us say i had perverted tendencies:  i believed everything i read.’  a quote noted from anais nin’s a spy in the house of love, from a girl who always believed stories much more than she believed in her real life.

and one of my favorite final sentences ever:  ‘the lie detector held out his hands as if to rescue her, in a light gesture, as if this were a graceful dance of sorrow rather than the sorrow itself, and said: ‘in homeopathy there is a remedy called pulsatile for those who weep at music.’   (my other favorite being celine’s ‘there’s no shortage of coats.’)

pulsatile is derived from the windflower.