“Do I regret it? Would I take it back, if I could? Tell her to resign herself to home and hearth, to give up her wandering ways? It depends which weighs more: a life, or a soul.” LifeSoulRegretLivingWorth Book:The Ten Thousand Doors of January Source: The Ten Thousand Doors of January
“Standing beside her grandmother's deathbed, woolen dress still smelling of black logwood dye, Ade had felt the way a sapling might as it watched one of the old forest giants come crashing magnificently to rest: awed, and perhaps a little frightened. But when Mama Larson's final breath rattled from her ribs, Ade discovered the same thing the young sapling would have: in the absence of the old tree, there was a hole in the canopy above her.” LifeDeathMissingMourning Book:The Ten Thousand Doors of January Source: The Ten Thousand Doors of January