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.

If you don't argue, you can't give in.

A girl can have the face of an angel but have a horrid sort of heart.

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!

That’s where proper stories begin, don’t they, when the handsome stranger arrives and everything goes wrong?

I don't know what it is, but I ache for it each day. It's as though I have eyes, but there are colors I cannot see. As though I have ears, but there's a range of notes I cannot hear.

Imagine a world without shadows. You cannot touch a shadow, but a world without them is a hard world, and flat.