It is a mark of the depth of their wounding that they are pretending they suspected it all along. Everything that they have seen and been told about love so far has been an inside perspective, and they are not prepared for the crashing weight of this exclusion. It dawns on them now how much they never saw and how little they were wanted, and with this dawning comes a painful re-imagining of the self as peripheral, uninvited, and utterly minor.
Eleanor CattonI see disappointment as something small and aggregate rather than something unified or great. With a little effort, every failure can be turned into something good.
Eleanor CattonI really wanted to write an adventure story, a murder-mystery that was set during the gold-rush years in New Zealand.
Eleanor Catton