But the past cannot be changed, and we carry our choices with us, forward, into the unknown. We can only move on.

The library card is a passport to wonders and miracles, glimpses into other lives, religions, experiences, the hopes and dreams and strivings of ALL human beings, and it is this passport that opens our eyes and hearts to the world beyond our front doors, that is one of our best hopes against tyranny, xenophobia, hopelessness, despair, anarchy, and ignorance.

It's possible to pretend I'm someone other than who I am, and if I pretend long enough, I can believe it.

But the past cannot be changed, and we carry our choices with us, forward, into the unknown. We can only move on.

I want to ask him if it’s possible that a girl can be born unlovable, or does she just become that way?

She is the elephant’s eyebrows,” Evie whispered appreciatively. “Those jewels! How her neck must ache.” “That’s why Bayer makes aspirin,” Mabel whispered back, and Evie smiled, knowing that even a socialist wasn’t immune to the dazzle of a movie star.

In each of us lie good and bad, light and dark, art and pain, choice and regret, cruelty and sacrifice... No one can live in the light all the time.