At any moment, Cordelia knew, her mother would notice that she was drifting in the middle of the dance floor like an abandoned tugboat and charge toward her, and then Cordelia would die. She would die of the humiliation.

Is she not the prettiest girl you ever saw?

Lo importante de las historias no es que sean objetivamente ciertas, sino que su mensaje sea más verdad incluso que la realidad. Los que se mofan de la ficción, lo hacen porque les da miedo la verdad.

she hadn't given up, despite the blood, despite the pain. she was cordelia; she would never give up. - james

...It is easier to point the finger at one person than to admit everyone made mistakes.

Then this should be fun," Cordelia said quickly. "Seducing Hypatia. After all, what are rules for it not to be broken?

That's everyone's dream, isn't it, really, instead of many who give you little pieces of themselves - one who gives you everything.

I thought of you,” he said again, “and it was as if you were there, with me. I saw your face. Your hair …” He wound a finger through a dangling curl beside her face. She could feel the warmth from his hand against her cheek. “And I was no longer afraid. I knew I would be able to come home, because of you. That you would lead me back. You are my constant star, Daisy.

I suppose I merely thought it would be enough for you to know. That you might — if anything were to happen to me, you would remember I loved you desperately. And if for some reason, at the end of the year, you and James divorced. I would have waited

Where are we going?” Cordelia whispered, as they hurried along the corridors of the Institute. “Lucie. You cannot simply abduct me, you know.”“Nonsense,” said Lucie. “If I wished to abduct you, you can be sure that I would do it quite expertly, no doubt beneath the veil of silence and darkness.