It was something... the way a person's life picked up speed, the way a life was like a bullet aimed at one final target, impossible to slow or turn aside, and like the bullet, you were ignorant of what you were going to hit, would never know anything except the rush and the impact.

The blood of a redheaded woman is three degrees cooler than the blood of a normal woman. This has been established by medical studies.

The language of sin was universal, the original Esperanto.

I want you to remember what was good in me, not what was most awful. The people you love should be allowed to keep their worst to themselves.

We'll have freedom, love and health/When the grand red flag is flying, In the Workers' Commonwealth.

Already, though, she understood the difference between being a child and being an adult. The difference is when someone says he can keep the bad things away, a child believes him.

Her sanity was a fragile thing, a butterfly cupped in her hands, that she carried with her everywhere, afraid of what would happen if she let it go-or got careless and crushed it.