No one could suspect the intricate mysteries of her heart.

This is what he knew that Paul didn't: the world was precarious and sometimes cruel. He'd had to fight hard to achieve what Paul simply took for granted.

The thing is, I used to like that: feeling special because I knew something no one else did. It's a kind of power, isn't it, knowing a secret? But lately I don't like it so much, knowing this. It's not really mine to know, is it?

...bleak territory of the heart.

Your understanding of a place changes the longer you stay; you discover more, and your own life gets woven into the fabric of the community.

That there were other worlds, invisible, unknown, beyond imagination even, was a revelation to him.

A moment was not a single moment at all, but rather an infinite number of different moments, depending on who was seeing things and how.