She frowned at him. 'You are in love with solitude.' 'Is there a better cure for the world than solitude?

It's a strange sensation to live inside another person's life, to wonder all the time what he is doing, or thinking or feeling.

If you haven't been in a war and are wondering how long it takes to get used to losing everything you think you need or love, I can tell you the answer is no time at all.

I, a late riser, fantasise about getting up every morning at 5 A.M. to fetch the horses in from the fields.

I love you. I'm madly in love with you. Well, madly obviously, given I'm mad as a mudlark. But you saved my life. I'd be dead without you. And you're so good to me. And you love me too. How lucky is that? Amazing! Amazingly lucky. I can't live without you. You're my lucky charm." She felt a sudden desire to kill Justin's well-meaning friend.

Every war has turning points and every person too.

And after awhile of this my brain and my body and every single inch of me that was alive was flooded with the feeling that I was starving, starving for Edmond. And what a coincidence, that was the feeling I loved best in the world.