Like world describers before me, those mapmakers in the seventeenth centure, I had laid down my first faintly drawn border. With that one tentative mark, my world expanded by a few freeing degrees.

But even quashed rebellions leave us different. Because freedom may be a forbidden fruit in tyrannies, but once tasted, it is unforgettable.

I wondered about her chicken-and-egg relationship with Dad. Which came first? Her helplessness or his controlling?

There is real comfort in being quiet.

Jolie laide = "pretty ugly" Draws you to it...bored into heart and mind.

You know, there are easier ways to meet a guy than to run him over.

Like world describers before me, those mapmakers in the seventeenth centure, I had laid down my first faintly drawn border. With that one tentative mark, my world expanded by a few freeing degrees.