You can widen the feet of a compass, but they are still attached at the top; you can spin them away from each other, but you always wind up where you started.

I've always been able to see you," I say. "It's a rather lovely view.

Forgiveness is spiritual. Punishment is legal," Leo says. "They're not mutually exclusive.

Then Henry speaks again. "Did he do it?" I turn to him slowly. "Does it matter?

If you read a book that's fiction and you get caught in the characters and the plot, and swept away, really, by the fiction of it - by the non-reality - you sometimes wind up changing your reality as well. Often, when the last page is turned, it will haunt you.

History isn't about dates and places and wars. It's about the people who fill the spaces between them.

She had never been a pretty crier. She sobbed the way she did everything else - with passion and excess.