"In those predawn hours, which are the toughest for insomniacs, Melony would whisper, ´Fifteen years.´ And just before she would fall asleep, she would ask of the first, flat light that crep into her bedroom, ´Are you still there, Sunshine?´ What is hardest to accept about the passage of time is that the people who once mattered the most to us are wrapped up in parentheses."
The Cider House Rules; John Irving
