I dream of a love that even time will lie down and be still for.

I never even believed in happiness. I didn't think it existed. Now look at me. I'm ready to believe in just about anything.

The sisters were glad to be together. They had the easy sort of relationship where they didn't have to speak to be understood.

Even as a small child, I understood that woman had secrets, and that some of these were only to be told to daughters. In this way we were bound together for eternity.

Are people drawn to each other because of the stories they carry inside?

Some fates are guaranteed, no matter who tries to intervene.

We had to survive to remember. Otherwise everything we were would disappear. Those people we loved would fade as though we'd never loved them, as if they'd never walked and talked and burned, forgetting them was the real evil. That was the hole of darkness.