“She wanted something else, something different, something more. Passion and romance, perhaps, or maybe quiet conversations in candlelit rooms, or perhaps something as simple as not being second.”

“But she also sensed it wasn't enough. She wanted something else, something different, something more. Passion and romance, perhaps, or maybe quiet conversation in candlelit rooms, or perhaps something as simple as not being second.”

“Perhaps it's understandable to be more jaded on one's second exposure to something strange.”

“And so back to Cassie: who was she? Part of the deception; just a friend or something else…perhaps it was time to find out.”

“Justice. To be ever ready to admit that another person is something quite different from what we read when he is there (or when we think about him). Or rather, to read in him that he is certainly something different, perhaps something completely different from what we read in him.Every being cries out silently to be read differently.”

“Being nothing felt quite the same as being something. Maybe she had never been something at all.”