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Don’t wait too long to realize what’s important. Your family might drive you mad sometimes, but they’re worth more to you than you could ever imagine.”
It was unsettling, Laurel thought, suppressing a shiver, how quickly a person’s presence could be erased, how easily civilization gave way to wilderness.
There was a streak inside her, there always had been, that demanded inclusion, that sought to help when help had not been asked for, that loathed to sleep for fear of missing out.
People who stole did so because, whether down to need or greed, they desired the item passionately.
It showed, she thought sadly, how heavily loss and betrayal could weigh on a person, poisoning them within, but also without.
Life could be cruel enough these days without the truth making it worse.
“People change as they get older . . . grow wiser, make better decisions . . .
That photograph was real, though; it captured its moment and preserved it for the future like an insect in amber.
They were older now, and the war changed things, it changed people.
“Never discount the possibility of turning up an answer none of the current theories predicts.”
the fear and panic and startling realness of having suddenly lost everything.
love made fools of men,
How will I ever win against someone like her?” “By leading a long and happy life.”
the belief system acquired in childhood is never fully escaped; it may submerge itself for a while, but it always returns in times of need to lay claim to the soul it shaped.
it’s wondrous, don’t you think, that a person can swing from despair to gleeful hunger, and that even during these dark days there is happiness to be found in the smallest things?)
Storytelling is, by its nature, an inclusive enterprise though, and in genres like mine, in which the story revolves around tricks and mysteries and puzzles, it sometimes feels as if I’m playing a game with my reader.
