The great thing about books is that you can end with a question mark.
Change isn't always comfortable, but it is a fact of life.
I sell dreams, small comforts, sweet harmless temptations to bring down a multitude of saints crashing among the hazels and nougatines
Places have their own characters. . . . But the people begin to look the same.
I liked her better for showing a little spirit.
Like a domestic cat, purring on the sofa by day, but by night, a strutting queen, a natural killer, disdainful of her other life.