For the first time, I notice the lax skin at Mrs. Nightwing's jaw, the fine down that lies upon her cheek like the imprint of a childe's hand, and I wonder what it must be like watching yourself soften under the years, unable to stop it. what it's like measuring your days in perfecting girls' curtsies and drinking nightly glasses of sherry, trying to keep up with the world as it pulls you spinning into the furure, knowing you are always one step behind it.

Any librarian or scholar will tell you: Close is not the same as accurate.

Tell my brother to remember his heart in all things. That is where his honor and his destiny will be found. Tell him.

When the world moves forward too fast for some people, they try to pull us all back with their fear.

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Evie didn’t mind yelling, but she hated feeling judged. It got under her skin and made her feel small and ugly and unfixable.

Life don’t come to you, Memphis. You gotta take it. We have to take it. Because ain’t nobody handing it to us.