My mother once told me I was like water. Water can carve its way even through stone. And when trapped, water makes a new path.

His face was very heavily creased, and into each crease he had tucked some worry or other, so that it wasn't really his face any longer, but more like a tree that had nests of birds in all of the branches. He had to struggle constantly to manage it and always looked worn out from the effort.

A mouse who wishes to fool the cat doesn't simply scamper out of its hole whenever it feels the slightest urge.

We human beings have a remarkable way of growing accustomed to things.

Sadness was a very heavy thing.

I was thanking him for...well, for something I'm not sure I can explain even now. For showing me that something besides cruelty could be found in the world, I suppose.

A woman who acts like a fool is a fool.