Because in a small dark room, a broken child lies on a filthy bed and stares up at a high window. He waits for me, too. And I—I who have failed at everything and have failed everyone—I must not, I cannot, I will not fail him.
Jennifer DonnellyOn those nights, the words were for me alone. They came up unbidden from my heart. They spilled over my tongue and spilled out my mouth. And because of them, I, who was nothing and nobody, was a prince of Denmark, a maid of Verona, a queen of Egypt. I was a sour misanthrope, a beetling hypocrite, a conjurer's daughter, a mad and murderous king.
Jennifer DonnellyNamaste. It was a Nepalese greeting. It meant: The light within me bows to the light within you.
Jennifer DonnellyWhy is it that weeks and months and years go by so quickly, all in a blur, but moments last forever?
Jennifer Donnelly