There comes a moment, when you get lost in the woods, when the woods begin to feel like home.

Normality wasn't normal. It couldn't be. If normality were normal, everybody could leave it alone. They could sit back and let normality manifest itself.

They're just memories now. Time to write them off.

I'm the final clause in a periodic sentence, and that sentence begins a long time ago, in another language, and you to read it from the beginning to get to the end, which is my arrival.

Biology gives you a brain. Life turns it into a mind.

In the end, the tortures tearing the Lisbon girls pointed to a simple reasoned refusal to accept the world as it was handed down to them, so full of flaws.

She wanted a book to take her places she couldn't get to herself.