"This wandering sometimes made her feel an affinity with the stars. She’d sit for hours looking at them by the harbour: stars shooting across the sky, stars hanging there with their pink and blue tinted light and set against a sky that went on forever and ever. What were they doing up there? Murmuring and sighing and looking down on loves follies, the way they did in songs? Were they lonely? Or were they destined to remoteness, always to search for happiness….”