Should I ever again sink into illness, I'm sure I'll remember Eldric. I'll remember he cared for me. I'll remember that someone had at least taken the time to touch my face.

Secrets press inside a person. They press the way water presses at a dam. The secrets and the water, they both want to get out.

You don’t mind when he stares at you.” Cecil jerked his head toward Eldric. "He doesn’t stare,” I said. “He looks.

My own mask stayed just where it ought. I’ve had lots of practice.

Father sighed. “Please spare me these arguments of yours.” “Whose arguments should I use?

How can something as fragile as a word build the whole world?

I don’t mind the disapproving ones so much. It’s the tolerant ones I can’t stand, the ones who smile at Rose, who speak to her ever so slowly and gently. They don’t realize how very intelligent Rose really is. They’re just terrifically pleased with themselves. Look at me! they all but shout. See how broad-minded I am! How wonderfully progressive, how fantastically twentieth century!