“She had an immense curiosity about life, and was constantly staring and wondering.”
“She wondered which was worse—living your whole life staring at yourself or waiting your whole life for someone to stare back at you.”
“The constant happiness is curiosity.”
“For a moment she just stared, wondering if there were another girl staying here, or if Sebastian had taken to cross-dressing.”
“Are we not all prisoners? She had read a wonderful play about a man who scratched on the wall of his cell, and she had felt that was true of life—one scratched on the wall.”
“She had always been different, even when she tried not to be, unable to curb her curiosity which led her to read a great number of books. Her world was constantly expanding until she could no longer fit herself into the culture that was most important to her.”