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Do you know that there's a halfway world between ending and each new beginning? It's called the hurting time...It's a big; it's where your dreams and worries and forgotten plans gather. ...Sone thresholds are too wide to be taken in one stride.

...one had to gaze upon the dead, cremate them and bury their ashes - and then begin to tell their story.

He had always felt that books created a force field around him.

There are things we find only at our lowest depths. The idea of wings and then wings themselves.

That is why there is poetry...for days like these.

STILL over a hundred pages to go...

Kenya was forever shedding its skin and showing itself to you all over again

Berkeley: let's just say I've developed a theory that only the vanished truly leave their mark. Maybe we never do survive our families.

Clara, the mother is selfish piece of work.

We're afraid of many things, but if you make yourself smaller or let your fear confine you, then you really aren't your own person at all- are you? The real question is whether or not you will risk what it takes to be happy.

Africa sets you up to feel things you're not prepared for.

Karen Blixen finally!

He'd always been good at fences. I had known that from the beginning, but I hadn't guessed how desperate I could feel bound up inside one.

At her coming out party Beryl meets Denys and Berkeley Cole who recite poetry of Shelley and Whitman "They were lovely, and now they were gone." She returns to Jock (Purves) a discharged soldier with land nearby.

Beryl's father takes her to Nairobi after a series of deterred governesses. He tells stories of animals, in particular lion cub taken from the Savannah raised like a pet. The point is being made about Beryl herself "what you've done is twist something natural into something else. And you can never trust an unnatural thing. You don't know what it is and its baffled too."

Response to mother 'abandoning' daughter!

Perhaps I've always been here, diving headlong towards myself.

You can't run from any part of yourself, and it's better that you can't. Sometimes I've thought it's only our challenges that sharpen us, and change us too. ...There is no way I could do any of this and remain the same.

It was rougher and more ragged than any howl Feo had heard. It sounded of things lost and not regained.

The moments in which the world turns suddenly kind can feel like a punctured lung.

Stories can start revolutions.

Socks are key ingredients for adventures.

On this re-read, I've been struck more by the crystal merchant's reluctance to make his dream of going to Mecca a reality. In previous readings of this part I've been so wanting the crystal merchant to fulfil the dream but this time I understand "Not everyone can see his dreams come true in the same way".

This is love: a string of coincidences that gathered significance and became miracles.

wilding is helping a wolf work out that she was born to be brave