She thought she was independent and strong, but she got one small taste of love and she was hungrier than anyone. She was ravenous.
Carmen didn't like change, and she certainly didn't like endings.
No matter how far back you cut a willow tree, it will never really die.
But it was smell that carried memory.
He'd pushed her. He'd scared her. He'd besieged her. He'd vowed he wouldn't, and he did.
I told him, though, that he better be good to you. When you came along, I said I'd share you, but I told him to remember that you're my sister. I loved you first.