“Was a sadness so profound that the mind sought escape into fantasy?”

“In his world, there was right and wrong, good and evil. Hers contained no absolutes. Hers was a world of grays. Hers was what his was truly becoming. The irony didn’t escape him. At night, nothing was clear. Lines blurred. Shadows removed definitions.Her dreams led her to the darkest parts of London where he couldn’t follow and keep her safe. His dreams had ceased to exist long ago.”

“How could he give her so much, yet leave her so little.”

“He picked up his knife and started carving again. He concentrated on the lines and planes of the wood to keep his mind from wandering too far into the past.He had his own wounds that refused to heal.”

“What hadseemed so simple then seemed so complicated now.Doors had closed and opportunities had opened. Shefelt lost, at a crossroads, not knowing which path totake.”

“How could my heart be so wrong?""Because it was such a young heart.”

“Is there nothing you want so desperately that you’d be willing to do anything in order to acquire it?”