“Childhood is a long, long road, from which that dark whispering forest of death seems an impossible destination.”

“I should not have loved my daughter as I did. Not in this world in which nothing lives for long. You children are flies. You are roses. You multiply and die.”

“You've been captive for so long that you don't even realize you want freedom anymore.”

“There was a desperate undercurrent to our marriage--a feeling of being in a dream from which I couldn't seem to awaken. A nagging sense that my life, laid out so neatly like the clothes Deirdre left on my divan, was no longer my own.”

“I liked just being with you. I liked the way you breathed when you were asleep. I liked when you took the champagne glass from my hand. I liked how your fingers were always too long for your gloves.”

“There is a dark place calling to me, but I will not go just yet. I know I can't return from it.”

“I shake my head, watching snow tumble and swirl from an all-white sky. The world seems so clean if you only look up”