That was the nature of history, of course: notional, partial, unknowable, a record made by the victors.

You make a life out of what you have, not what you're missing.

His words had tossed the book that was her life into the air and the pages had been blown into disarray, could never be put back together to tell the same story.

She was the sort of person for whom fear was the natural response to that beyond explanation.

Will history remember us, I wonder? I do hope so - to imagine that one might do something, touch an event somehow, & thereby transcend the bounds of a single human lifetime!

To abandon a child, she had once said to someone, when she thought Cassandra couldn't hear, was an act so cold, so careless, it refused forgiveness.

Had any poet adequately described the wretched ugliness of a loved one turned inside out with grief?

That, my dear, is what makes a character interesting, their secrets.

Even the most pragmatic person fell victim at times to a longing for something other.

The world was an awfully large place and it wasn't easy to find a person who'd gone missing sixty years earlier, even if that person was oneself.

Because desperate people cling to hope like sailors to their wreaks.

How desperately we wish to maintain our trust in those we love! In the face of everything we try to find reasons to trust. Because losing faith is worse than falling out of love.

Dentist: a prestidigitator who, putting metal into your mouth, pulls coin out of your pocket.

The only time an aircraft has too much fuel on board is when it is on fire.

I think a lot of newspapers have lost touch with that sense of community, which so impressed me as a teenager when I had to knock on people's doors.

Once a major military confrontation occurs, North Korea will definitely be annihilated.

I believe that there is a great fear in our generation of being labeled as priggish.

I thought that Christian was a noun, a person looking for authenticity. I never understood that idea that a band could be Christian or something could be Christian. But it just can be and is.

I'm a girl in boy's clothing. I like to get a little rough. I prefer mud to makeup. That's me in a nutshell.

I'm just a Ragetty Anne in a Barbie Doll World

Fermat never cared to publish his investigations, but was always perfectly ready, as we see from his letters, to acquaint his friends and contemporaries with his results.