" but she won’t let him finish his scolding; she’ll throw her arms of water around his neck; she will show him her necklaces of small, blue shells, so tender they resemble children’s eyelids as they sleep, and of hard shells that look like the teeth of killer fish. Or she’ll tell him that god has made nature not only to look upon but also so that we may live in her, and that each person has his own wave, and won’t he please choose his. "

― Elena Poniatowska , Lilus Kikus and Other Stories by Elena Poniatowska