“ At the time he had closed in upon himself, denying her a place of entry. She was tenacious, aggressive as a lover, had tried to prise the pieces of him apart. Only when she failed had she finally let… Aminatta Forna
“ And afterwards, if you had asked any of the survivors how they had managed it, they would not have been able to tell you. It was as if those days in the forest, the escape to the city, had passed in a… Aminatta Forna
“ How easily they spoke of love. And yet, when she'd needed the certainty of his feeling for her, he'd let her slip away, never able to bring himself to tell her about the ways in which he'd been change… Aminatta Forna
“ I learned about women -- how we are made into the women we've become, how we shape ourselves, how we shape each other. Aminatta Forna
“ How differently we behave in other peoples countries ... no sooner than we think we can get away with it, we do as we please. It doesn't require the breakdown of a social order. It takes a six-hour pl… Aminatta Forna
“ A life, a history, whole patterns of existence altered, simply by doing nothing. The silent lie. The act of omission. Aminatta Forna
“ [T]hose most precious memories are hidden in the safest place of all. Safe from fire or floods or war. In stories. Stories remembered, until they are ready to be told. Or perhaps simply ready to be he… Aminatta Forna
“ A dread filled me, a dread unlike any I had ever felt. Not the terror of God, or his angels, but the sickly fear of man. Aminatta Forna
“ He knows nothing about how this will all end, except that it will surely end. He tries to imagine himself into a future, somewhere past this point, but he cannot. There is nothing to do but to keep on… Aminatta Forna
“ Adrian's tone suggested that the desire for something was all it took. They all live with endless possibilities, leave their homes for the sake of something new. But the dream is woven from the fabric… Aminatta Forna
“ War had the effect of encouraging people to try to stay alive. Poverty, too. Survival was simply too hard-won to be given up lightly. Aminatta Forna
“ The hollowness in his chest, the tense yearning, the loneliness he braces against, every morning until he can immerse himself in work and forget. Not love. Something else, something with a power that… Aminatta Forna
