But I know all the things you're too sweet to know.

I was born into a world that was already dying; I belong to it.

On tiptoes the redhead wouldn't even reach my shoulders; she is clearly too young to be a bride. And the willowy girl is too forlorn. And I am too unwilling. Yet here we are.

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

It's best to let her go," he says. No, no, that's wrong. It's never right to give up on someone.

She would do anything, anything to belong to his son after a lifetime of belonging to no one at all.

Cure" is one of the most precious words in the English language. It's a short word. A clean and simple word. But it isn't so easy a thing as it sounds. There are questions like: How will this affect us in ten years? In twenty? What will it do to our children? Our children's children?