“The only time she felt excited or happy was when she had had a drink because then anything might happen. That feeling of insecurity became exciting.”

“In her writings, she despises her fellow man and woman for representing what she had lost.”

“...she gave him all the love she could not give herself. She loved him becasue he was the embodiment of those attributes she wanted for herself...”

“It is as though she was a phantom watching from the shadows. This at least is how she 'writes' herself: as an absence on which others projected their desires and anxieties.”

“She could make excuses to keep the fantasy intact.”

“But nothing could touch her because there was nothing to touch.”

“These were things she hadn't felt wile being kissed in a long, long time. Exciting things. Especially when he lowered his head to kiss her again, this time on the throat. That's when she felt that her heart might burst from happiness.”