If there was one truth Evie had learned in her short life, it was that forgiveness was easier to seek than permission. She didn’t plan to ask for either one.

Oh, sure. Of course, they say now that we’ve got Freud and the motorcar, God is dead.” “He’s not dead; just very tired.

When she can't bring me to heal with scolding, she bends me to shape with guilt.

One could argue that it's romantic to die for love. Of course, then you're dead and unable to take that honeymoon trip to the Alps with all the other fashionable young couples, which is a shame.

You evah hear of a magic screw?' I cough back a laugh. 'No. No, sir.

People have a habit of inventing fictions they will believe wholeheartedly in order to ignore the truth they cannot accept.

One can never go back. One always has to move forward.