Marie Zhuikov Quotes

The waitress serving the wedding party was a short young blonde. She took their orders efficiently and delivered everyone's food correctly. "If
only she knew my story," Melora mused. then she thought again, "Better yet,
maybe she's in the middle of her own story." Who knew what things might have
happened already on the island to this typical college-age waitress.

The professor is stumped about why the decline is happening with the wolves and what, if anything, we can do to help them. You see, the problem is we've let nature take its course here. We observe but don't interfere. Kind of like the Prime Directive in Star Trek.

It had been years since Melora listened to a symphony. She had been struck by how natural and organic the music was. She found herself thinking about how the instruments were all human powered - not one electrical impulse among them. Maybe that was why it was so easy to get transported by the music - to find oneself thinking about vast outdoor landscapes when the music played.

...Don't you ever get the feeling that for all that people try to be so civilized and sophisticated, we're really just animals pretending to be human?

Hope was a luxury Melora could barely allow. It was more painful than sorrow, more hurtful than disappointment because it represented a potential: the potential for happiness. If only her happiness didn't depend so much on other people, she'd be fine.

She didn't know what to make of him. Why he would be intrested in her, she could only guess. Maybe he only wanted her for her books.

Her cousins laughed, daring the next wave to wash over before they passed. While they ran, a huge swell rolled along the side of the pier, fat fingers reaching up just in time to pluck them from the pier and win the macabre game of tag. Melora watched, helpless, hardly realizing the gravity of what was happening. It had all been a game. Her cousins were so good at games.