Though my appetite for food grew frail, my hunger for books was constant.

The doctor's wife wasn't a bad woman. She was sufficiently convinced of her own importance to believe that God actually did watch everything she did and listen to everything she said, and she was too taken up with rooting out the pride she was prone to feeling in her own holiness to notice any other failings she might have had. She was a do-gooder, which means that all the ill she did, she did without realizing it.

But there can be no secrets in a house where there are children.

Emmeline didn't call me anything. She didn't need, for I was always there. You only need names for the absent.

The tears I gratified him with were fake ones. Ones that set off my green eyes the way diamonds set off emeralds. And it worked. If you dazzled a man with green eyes, he will be so hypnotized that he won’t notice there is someone inside the eyes spying on him. – Vida Winters Page 268

For me to see is to read. It has always been that way.

What better place to kill time than a library?