Sadness was a very heavy thing.

A woman who acts like a fool is a fool.

I went back to those graves not long afterward and found as I stood there that sadness was a very heavy thing. My body weighed twice what it had only a moment earlier, as if those graves were pulling me down toward them.

By the time we arrived, as evening was approaching, I felt as sore as a rock must feel when the waterfall has pounded on it all day long.

If a few minutes of suffering could make me so angry, what would years of it do? Even a stone can be worn down with enough rain.

For a flicker of a moment I imagined a world completely different from the one I'd always known, a world in which I was treated with fairness, even kindness-- a world in which fathers didn't sell their daughters.

I stumbled out into the courtyard to try to flee my misery, but of course we can never flee the misery that is within us.