“She took refuge on the firm ground of fiction, through which indeed there curled the blue river of truth.”

“Clary curled up on the ground seeing in front of her not the shell of a destroyed town but the eyes of the brother and the sister that she would never have.”

“Music was my refuge. I could crawl into the space between the notes and curl my back to loneliness.”

“Make an island of yourself,
make yourself your refuge;
there is no other refuge.
Make truth your island,
make truth your refuge;
there is no other refuge.”

“My mother is from Cairo, Georgia. This makes everything she says sound like it went through a curling iron.”

“Most organisations firms are simply legal fictions which serve as a nexus for a set of contracting relationships among individuals.”

“He nodded and curled over his paper, writing quickly. As his words took form on the white page, she got to watch him… and realized she never wanted him to go. She wanted him here beside her forever.”

“She curled her lip. She had discovered cynicism.”

“The final belief is to believe in a fiction, which you know to be a fiction, there being nothing else. The exquisite truth is to know that it is a fiction and that you believe in it willingly.”

“I ain't good looking
And my hair ain't curls
But my mother she give me something
It's going to carry me through this world.”