“If I'm dead," he murmured. "Why does it hurt so much?”
“Why does it hurt so much? Why does it have to hurt?”
“[Ruthie] ... if he was a good man, how could he leave me? So he must not be a good man. But if he isn't good, then why does it hurt so much to lose him?”
“One does see so much evil in a village,' murmured Miss Marple in an explanatory voice.”
“Why does this feel so right?" I murmured past the tightness in my throat."Why do you keep fighting this feeling?""Because I'm not supposed to want this."His smile returned, slowly curving his lips up. "But you do anyway.”
“How wonderful to be alive, he thought. But why does it always hurt?”