“That was what happened to laughter when you caged it. It became unbearably sad. It was worse than crying.”

“What was the point in crying when there was no one to comfort you? And what was worse, when you couldn't even comfort yourself?”

“The only thing worse than being sad is for others to know you are sad.”

“Because what was the point in crying when there was no one there to comfort you? And what was worse, when you couldn’t even comfort yourself?”

“Maybe that was why she couldn't cry, she realized, staring dry-eyed at the ceiling. Because what was the point in crying when there was no one there to comfort you? And what was worse, when you couldn't even comfort yourself?”

“What do you do when you are really, really sad?" When you are full of dread, is what she really meant.Godbee exhaled through her nose, making a whistling sound. "Hmm. When I`m genuinely suffering I try to think of someone worse off than I am. And then, if it happens to be someone I know and I`m feeling particularly saintly, I try to do something nice for him or her.”