he forgets that a man, no matter where he is, takes his ideas and convictions with him. (p78) - Marie Vieux-Chauvet

"...But what can you do time has rubbed away the full name as it rubs everything else. All you can do is adapt to the new and minimize the damage..." (p83)

Minette pushed away her plate and stood up. What she wouldn't have given to be alone for a moment, just a moment. Oh, to have a room of my own, to be able to close myself up somewhere to think and to cry as much as I want! she thought to herself. (chapter IX, p120)

The sentences coming out of him displaced those scrolling under his eyes in the book. (chapter 8)