“When I say to the moment flying...linger a while-thou art so fair" - Faust” — 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 laugh Your wishes to the stars above Are just my memories. And in your eyes the ocean And in your eyes the sea The waters frozen over With your longing to be free. Yesterday you'd awoken… — Antonia Michaelis Copy Share
“Abel lifted her up - another gesture from former times, from when she'd been smaller - and carried her to the bathroom to find the Band-aid. Suddenly, Anna thought, she's growing up. One day, she'll be too big to be carried around like that. One day, he won't be able to hold onto her, she'll move on, and he'll be… — Antonia Michaelis Copy Share
“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
