Once upon a time they had some bad luck, and they blame everything on that.

If only the right person would have to leave, everyone else would be able to stay in the country.

Only the demented would not have raised their hands in the great hall. They had exchanged fear for insanity".

Everyday brought me further away from other people, I had been placed out of the world's sight, as if in a cupboard, and I hoped it would stay that way. I developed a yearning for being alone, unkempt, untended.

Writing itself does not know what it looks like while one is doing it, only when it's finished.

I wanted to get out of our thimble of a town, where every stone had eyes.

Women always need other women to lean on. They become friends in order to hate each other better. The more they hate each other, the more inseparable they become.