“She waited the eternal instant that women wait when a horror jumps out at them. It is an instant that men do not use for waiting, an instant that opens a door to life or death. Women look through the opening because something might be alive in there.”

“She knocked and waited, because when the door was opened from within, it had the potential to lead someplace quite different.”

“Life is'nt about getting everything you want the instant you want it.Some thing are worth waiting for.”

“Open the door by yourself instead of waiting the door to be opened by itself!”

“...she opened the door very slowly and carefully, half hiding behind it, as if badly frightened of what might be waiting for her on the other side. And considering that it was me waiting, this showed rare common sense.”

“A girl is there. Dressed in a dirty rag of a dress, turning to look at him with the large, gold eyes that have studied everything from the rafters. Her hair in the overhead light appears dark for an instant, then when she shifts, fair. She is there in vivid detail, down to a mustache of beaded water above her generous mouth. A dead girl, looking more real and more alive than anyone he has ever seen.She is not the girl—Oisin knows this with an instant, wrenching disappointment—whom he has been waiting for.”