There’s a limit to how much living can be done in a life without freedom.

We destroy things with our curiosity. We shatter with our best intentions

I miss something I never even had.

There is no choice for him but to believe. He has nothing left to give in offering.

There's nothing here to say good-bye to. There's no dancing girl. No mischievous smile. She's gone, off with her sisters, broken free, escaped. And if she were here now, she would say, "Go.

I wanted to be rid of him," he says. He raises my chin with his thumb. "But not if it meant being rid of you. I climbed in beside you, and you put your head in my lap. You can't think I would have left you like that." "Look what it got you," I say. "Tea in bed and you here in front of me," he says. "It was a terrible decision, and I confess I'd make it again.

I wonder what it’s like for her, looking so much like a dead girl.