In The End, It Is My Belief,

She Was A Terrible Mother, There Was No Doubt About It, But She Didn't Even Have The Strength To Feel Guilty.

I Can't Help But Think That It's An Unfortunate Custom To Name Children After People Who Come To Sticky Ends. Even If They Are Fictional Characters, It Doesn't Bode Well For The Poor Things. There Are Too Many Judes And Tesses And Clarissas And Cordelias Around. If We Must Name Our Children After Literary Figures Then We Should Search Out Happy Ones, Although It's True They Are Much Harder To Find.

Sylvia Loved Secrets And Even If She Didn't Have Any Secrets She Made Sure That You Thought She Did. Amelia Had No Secrets, Amelia Knew Nothing. When She Grew Up She Planned To Know Everything And To Keep It All A Secret.

Sylvie's Knowledge, Like Izzie's, Was Random Yet Far-ranging, 'the Sign That One Has Acquired One's Learning From Reading Novels Rather Than An Education.

Why Is Everything An 'adventure' With You?" Sylvie Said Irritably To Izzie." "because Life Is An Adventure, Of Course." "i Would Say It Was More Of An Endurance Race," Sylvie Said. "or An Obstacle Course.