“I wondered what sort of man - or woman, perhaps? - had lain here, leaving no more than an echo of their bones, so much more fragile than the enduring rocks that sheltered them.”
“A woman's guess is much more accurate than a man's certainty.”
“I was with them for all of it, but more like an echo than a participant.”
“The pure heart that sorrow cleavesIs more fragile than autumn leaves”
“What I think," Chatty says, "is that if a man loves a woman more than a woman loves a man, then they're even.”
“It is much more important to know what sort of patient has a disease than what sort of disease a patient has.”