Maybe when people longed for a thing that bad the longing made them trust in anything that might give it to them.

But the hearts of small children are delicate organs. A cruel beginning in this world can twist them into curious shapes. The heart of a hurt child can shrink so that forever afterward it is hard and pitted as the seed of a peach. Or again, the heart of such a child may fester and swell until it is a misery to carry within the body, easily chafed and hurt by the most ordinary things.

To know who you are, you have to have a place to come from.

The music left only this bad hurt in her, and a blankness. She could not remember any of the symphony, not even the last few notes. She tried to remember, but no sound at all came to her. Now that it was over there was only her heart like a rabbit and this terrible hurt.

You don't know what it is to store up a lot of details and then come upon something real.

the way i need you is a loneliness i cannot bear.

The thinking mind is best controlled by the imagination.