Her grey eyes sparkled with passion as she spoke. Sid looked into them and for a second he glimpsed her soul. He saw what she was - fierce and brave. Upright. Impatient. And good. So good that she would sit covered in gore, shout at dangerous men, and keep a long, lonely vigil - all to save the likes of him. He realized she was a rare creature, as rare as a rose in winter.
Jennifer DonnellyBut his words fall away. He looks confused. He looks flustered and sorry. Like you do when you run up to someone you think you know and take her arm and she turns around and you were wrong.
Jennifer DonnellyLifeโs all about the revolution, isnโt it? The one inside, I mean. You canโt change history. You canโt change the world. All you can ever change is yourself.
Jennifer Donnelly