When would he realize that it wasn't his infidelity I couldn't bear, but his cowardice?
You get attached to places, you know. Like people, I suppose.
How was it possible that entire lives could change, could be destroyed, and that streets and buildings remained the same, she wondered.
I wanted to cry, but the tears did not come.
The more I read, the hungrier I become. Each book seemed promising, each page I turned offered an escapade, the allure of another world, other destinies, other dreams.
You're playing with Pandora's box. Sometimes it's better not to open it. Sometimes, it's better not to know.
She couldn't imagine why there was such a difference between those children and her. She couldn't imagine why she and all these other people with her had to be treated this way. Who decided this, and what for?