We go on our hands and knees and crawl our way towards the truth

The evasions of her little novel were exactly those of her life. Everything she did not wish to confront was also missing from her novella--and was necessary to it.

...falling in love could be achieved in a single word—a glance.

It was always the view of my parents...that hot weather encouraged loose morals among young people.

From this new and intimate perspective, she learned a simple, obvious thing she had always known, and everyone knew; that a person is, among all else, a material thing, easily torn, not easily mended.

Briony began to understand the chasm that lay between an idea and its execution.

Shall there be womanly times? Or shall we die?