I wanted to forget the past, but it refused to forget me; it waited for sleep, then cornered me.

“At this dim season of the year we hunger for such tales. Winter's tales, they a…”

“Ordinary, said Aunt Lydia, is what you are used to. This may not seem ordinary …”

“I was nervous. How was I to know he loved me? It might be just an affair. Why d…”

“While he writes, I feel as if he is drawing me; or not drawing me, drawing on m…”