“Anna watched as Abel walked across the empty schoolyard, she wondered whether there was a limit to desolation or whether it grew… — Antonia Michaelis Copy Share Image
“Part of her - unreasonable Anna- still loved him. Maybe she would never stop loving him.” — Antonia Michaelis Copy Share Image
“Adults were always quick to tell her how much she looked like her mother, and how little like her father. Though Anna… — Antonia Michaelis Copy Share Image
“It was a disaster … It was the most wonderful thing in the world.” — Antonia Michaelis Copy Share Image
“The words that I will have to find for that explanation will be sharp and they will hurt, much worse than the thorns of… — Antonia Michaelis Copy Share Image
“You can't change things. That's life. Poor stays poor, rich says rich, and those two, they will never meet.” — Antonia Michaelis Copy Share Image
“Anna took his hand to gauge the swelling. 'Let's at least put something cold around it. Frozen peas work pretty well.' 'Do I have… — Antonia Michaelis Copy Share Image
“My child, I know you're not a child But I still see you running wild Between those flowering trees. Your sparkling dreams, your silver… — Antonia Michaelis Copy Share Image
“Abel lifted her up - another gesture from former times, from when she'd been smaller - and carried her to the bathroom to find… — Antonia Michaelis Copy Share Image
“The Rajah's handsome eunuch never guessed that she was telling him the tale of her own life.” — Antonia Michaelis Copy Share Image
“Just a tiny little pain, Three days of heavy rain, Three days of sunlight, Everything will be alright, Just a tiny little pain.” — Antonia Michaelis Copy Share Image
“Nothing was perfect, but everything was all right. The light was never just blue.” — Antonia Michaelis Copy Share Image
“I don't know what happened between the two of you. I don't know if it can be forgiven. The hardest thing always is to… — Antonia Michaelis Copy Share Image
“Anna watched as Abel walked across the empty schoolyard, she wondered whether there was a limit to desolation or whether it grew endlessly, infinitely.… — Antonia Michaelis Copy Share Image
