It's a funny thing, character, the way it brands people as they age, rising from within to leave its scar.
Memory is a cruel mistress with whom we all must learn to dance.
. . . companions were to be valued, wherever one found them.
Nighttime is different. Things are otherwise when the world is black. Insecurities and hurts, anxieties and fears grow teeth at night. p493
...which fairy-tale princess ever chose her maid over her prince?
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.