Theirs was the eternal youth of an alternating self, a youth with the constant although unfulfilled promise of growing up

“Vicky became more serious and her tone more reflective as she remarked, "Life h…”

“The anger. The terror. The feeling of entrapment. the profound distrust of peop…”

“I want somebody to love, and I want somebody to love me. And nobody ever will. …”

“It all made sense — terrible sense. The panic she had experienced in the wareho…”