There was no treachery too base for the world to commit.

“The eyes of others our prisons; their thoughts our cages.”

“Our apparitions, the things you know us by, are simply childish. Beneath it is …”

“There must be another life, she thought, sinking back into her chair, exasperat…”

“Friendships, even the best of them, are frail things. One drifts apart.”