" Sometimes I dream I'm falling, and it's not so much frightening as it is tedious, just falling and falling until I'm sick of it, but then a noose stops me short and I think,well, at least I'm not falling anymore. Clearly I haven't arrived in your life a moment too soon. You looked at me, and this is how I saw you, when first I saw you: I saw your eyes like flint arrows, and your chin set against the world, and I saw the curve of your lips,which is so beautiful that it's almost illusory-your eyes freeze a person, but then the flickering flame of your mouth becons. "

― Helen Oyeyemi , What Is Not Yours Is Not Yours