“How sad. How frightening. To be filled with so much hate that you could not even rejoice in the healing of a child...How did anyone ever come to that point?”
“I don't understand my feelings. I really don't. I don't understand how I could hate you so much after so much time. How, no matter how much I'd like to not hate you, I hate you even more. It grows.”
“She had no experience of crushing on someone like that. She hadn't realized before how frightening it was to look a dream in the face. To realize how much it could change you live, and how much it could demand of you.”
“How could a decent person ever rejoice in victory and delight in the slaughter of men”
“If people did not fear me so, how could anyone tolerate me?”
“If you had never known how good loving could be, you would not hate it so much with your husband.”