He saw things in a way that others did not, so that a city I had lived in all my life seemed a different place, so that a woman became beautiful with the light on her face.
I did not mind the cold so much when he was there.
You're so calm and quiet, you never say. But there are things inside you. I see them sometimes, hiding in your eyes.
Yes, well, life is a folly. If you live long enough, nothing is surprising.
I had walked along that street all my life, but had never been so aware that my back was to my home.
It was not a house where secrets could be kept easily.