But she had felt since childhod that her life would n ot be ordinary. A moment would come- she would know it when she saw it- and everything would change.

Lately, the world felt fragile, like a blown egg, as if it might shatter beneath a careless touch.

It's good to be in love.

No one could suspect the intricate mysteries of her heart.

Each letter has a shape, she told them, one shape in the world and no other, and it is your responsibility to make it perfect.

Either things grow and change or they die.

I love to swim, and I love being near water.