“So many memories and so little worth remembering, and in front of me — a long, long road without a goal...”
“Behind me there are already so many memories (...) Lots of memories, but no point in remembering them, and ahead of me a long, long road with nothing to aim for ... I just don't want to go along it.”
“Never have so many given so much for so long for so little for so few for so seldom.”
“Why did so many grown-ups want to be young, she wondered, when it took so long to grow old? It was like going on a million-mile road trip then wanting to turn around without getting out of the car.”
“No one could ever truly be free as long as they loved, and life wasn't worth living without love. So freedom? Overrated.”
“I've already had to wait so long.""How long?" Luce asked."Not so long that I've forgotten that you're worth everything. Every sacrifice. Every pain.”