This is how memories are; what seems so clear and unforgettable at one moment vanishes like steam the next.

I always thought the purpose of time was to move forward, not backward.

This is how memories are; what seems so clear and unforgettable at one moment vanishes like steam the next.

I'm not staring. I'm observing. . . . And what do you observe? . . . A brave young woman who has always fought for what was right, even when it was unpopular.

I don't think unhappiness is fated.

But we are all sorry when loss comes for us. The test of our character comes not in how many tears we shed but in how we act after those tears have dried.

I held Nefertiti's body closer to mine, trying to press her spirit into me, to bring it back. But the reign of Nefertiti was finished. She was gone from Egypt.