“She had no reason to kill herself,"I say finally. "She just wasn't able to fly.”
“That was his mother. When she wasn't crying over the breakfast cereal, she was laughing about killing herself.”
“She herself had never been able to be altogether herself: it had been denied her.”
“She laughed at herself when she saw that she had expected to be at once a heretic and a returned hero; she was very reasonable and merry about it; and it hurt just as much as ever.”
“But how could she tell him that the reason she always acted so disinterested in everything was because of the worry that she herself wasn't all that interesting?”
“It didn't help that she was painfully shy and kept to herself, because then they just thought she was stuck-up, which she wasn't. She was just quiet.”