Adults are content to walk the same way, hundreds of times, or thousands; perhaps it never occurs to adults to step off the paths, to creep beneath rhododendrons, to find the spaces between fences.

“He loved me. I do not doubt that. In hindsight, I do not believe that I loved h…”

“You were lucky,' said Lettie. 'Fifteen feet further back, and the field belongs…”

“I think...that I would rather recollect a life mis-spent on fragile things than…”

“Hell may have all the best composers, but heaven has all the best choreographer…”