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It’s bad business meddling with the devil; it makes you superstitious.

Being ignored was a therapy that had rarely been tried upon these girls.

What is lost is gone, my child, what is lost makes room for something else.

Make living your act of defiance. Record it all.

A fact will often show poor and plain in contrast to the leapings of imagination.

He is doing as she once did, in the naïve belief that what is buried stays that way, that what is hidden will stay unseen, that what is yours will remain always in your possession. He is being foolish.

Here is the truth he wants to ignore: that what is forged into memory tucks itself into bone and muscle. It will always be there and it will follow us to the grave.

The routine dulls the terror.

She had been wrong to think it wouldn't matter that much to him, yes, he took her for granted, of course he did , but he took her for granted - not like an old coat in the corner of a dark cupboard, as she'd put it to herself, but like the very air that he breathed.

How wonderful to simply do things instead of wondering if they are worth doing or discussing whether to do them or being told not to do them or listening to somebody else describe doing them.

These aren't the days to pretend you're only a wife or a sister or a mother, she says. We're more than this.

People at large were not enjoying an intellectual awakening where so recently they had succumbed to superstitious panic.