Still, she knows one thing for certain: never judge a relationship unless you are the one wrapped up in its arms.

Sometimes the right thing feels all wrong until it is over and done with.

A boy who is trouble is something entirely different as a man.

Perhaps it is possible to discover more in silence than in speech. Or perhaps it is only that those who are silent among us learn to listen.

That is the joy of reading fiction: when all is said and done, the novel belongs to the reader and his or her imagination.

It was as if hope had appeared out of nowhere to settle beside her and it wasn't going anywhere, it wasn't going to desert her now.

Only her death could prove her innocence; a circle of impossible, deathly judgement.