Besides, Mrs. Quesnt, did it never occur to you that we are not changing at all-that rather, we are simply becoming more ourselves?
Like a necktie or a bouquet of flowers, an idea was best if one did not fuss with it too much
when all of life becomes crowded with profound and weighty matters, making time to engage in trivial things becomes an even greater priority.
How resilient was the body, to return to its prior form so quickly! Yet the mind was formed of a less pliable substance. The emptiness in her thoughts would not be so easily filled. Instead there was a hollowness among them-a place she had reserved f...
