To leave, after all, was not the same as being left.
I don’t understand, Jem. I don’t understand why you’d leave me. Why would you that?
…and that, in the end, the most interesting people always leave.
But I wasn’t the girl I’d been when I left, and I knew it.
When I’m all grown up, come what may,I’ll build a boat to carry me away
Who can’t relate to the idea of leaving one chapter behind and moving on to the next?