Galen Beckett

Like a necktie or a bouquet of flowers, an idea was best if one did not fuss with it too much.

How resilient was the body, to return to its prior form so quickly! Yet the mind was formed of a less pliable substance. The emptiness in her thoughts would not be so easily filled. Instead there was a hollowness among them-a place she had reserved for future joys which now would never arrive.