She doesn't know I cry for the changing times. That just as I reread favourite books, some small part of me hoping for a different ending, I find myself hoping against hope that the war will never come. That this time, somehow, it will leave us be.

Mother didn't understand that children aren't frightened by stories; that their lives are full of far more frightening things than those contained in fairy tales.

She did as she felt, and she felt a great deal.

A way of looking at you that told you she was listening, that she understood all you were saying, and all you weren't.

While I wasn't certain how I felt about spiritualists, I was certain enough about the type of people who were drawn to them. Only people unhappy in the present seek to know the future.

She's one of the few people able to look beyond the lines on my face to see the twenty-year-old who lives inside.

He had the vague sense of standing on a threshold, the crossing of which would change everything.