I don't like things held up before me that I cannot have.

I didn't say to act dead. I said act helpless.

If you aren't the woman I think you are, then this isn't the world I thought it was.

I tried to continue, but somehow my throat made up its mind to swallow – though I can’t think what I was swallowing, unless it was a little knot of emotion I pushed back down because there was no room in my face for any more.

I could no more have stopped myself from feeling that sadness than you could stop yourself from smelling an apple that has been cut open on the table before you.

Even stone can be worn down with enough rain.

My tears simply broke through the fragile wallthat had held them, and with a terrible feeling of shame, I laid my head upon the table and let them drain out of me.