Laurel could not see her face but only the back of her neck, the most vulnerable part of anybody, and she thought: Is there any sleeping person you can be entirely sure you have not misjudged?

One place comprehended can make us understand other places better.

The excursion is the same when you go looking for your sorrow as when you go looking for your joy.

Each story tells me how to write it, but not the one afterwards.

The strands are all there; to the memory nothing is ever lost.

Location pertains to feelings - feelings are bound up in place.

The mystery in how little we know of other people is no greater than the mystery of how much, Laurel thought.