Words were her plague and words were her redemption.

“She did not look at the daffodils. They didn't mean anything. She looked at the…”

“The thing she realised in that moment, that fraction of waiting, was lost. Noth…”

“We're incandescent and it doesn't seem fair." "Fair?" "I mean too much comes to…”

“yet for all your arroganceand your glance,I tell you this:such loss is no loss,…”