She was a terrible mother, there was no doubt about it, but she didn't even have the strength to feel guilty.

Time was a thief, he stole your life away from you and the only way you could get it back was to outwit him and snatch it right back.

Alternate history fascinates me, as it fascinates all novelists, because 'What if?' is the big thing.

Sylvie's knowledge, like Izzie's, was random yet far-ranging, 'The sign that one has acquired one's learning from reading novels rather than an education.

Life wasn't about becoming, was it? It was about being.

Ursula craved solitude but she hated loneliness, a conundrum that she couldn’t even begin to solve.

They said love made you strong, but in Louise's opinion it made you weak. It corkscrewed into your heart and you couldn't get it out again, not without ripping your heart to pieces.