Excerpt from Landscape of the Body
Rosalie: Our spirits--it's so simple--float around in space and it all makes sense when you realize the planet Earth has these fishing hooks on it. What we call gravity is fishing hooks and all the nice things in the world are baited on those hooks and our spirits floating up there all loose and aimless spy those baited hooks and we bite. And we are reeled down onto this planet and we spend the rest of our stay on this planet trying to free our moths of that hook, fighting, fighting.
You travel alone because other people are only there to remind you how much that hook hurts that we all bit down on. Wait for that one day we can bite free and get back out there in space where we belong, sail back over water, over skies, into space, the hook finally out of our mouths and we wander back out there in space spawning to other planets never to return hurrah to Earth and we'll look back and can't even see these lives here anymore. Only the taste of blood to remind us we ever existed. The Earth is small. We're gone. We're dead. We're safe.