It's a terrible thing, isn't it, the way we throw people away?
You make a life out of what you have, not what you're missing.
Time had a way of moulding people into shapes they themselves no longer recognised.
What could be more perfect than marrying the person you love.
Nighttime is different. Things are otherwise when the world is black. Insecurities and hurts, anxieties and fears grow teeth at night. p493
I sound contemptuous, but I am not. I am interested--intrigued even--by the way time erases real lives, leaving only vague imprints. Blood and spirit fade away so that only names and dates remain.