From The Twelfth Enchantment by David Liss:
“Lucy no longer believed herself destined for anything in particular. Her life had come to feel alien, as though her soul itself were not hers, but a copy so clever in its construction that it very nearly deceived her own body. She had been thrust into a strange existence, and her real life had been lost in the misty past, like a favorite childhood toy whose features she could not recall even while her longing for it remained painful and vivid.”
Honestly, it was hard to pick just one quote from this book. The writing is just so rich. But in the end I went with this one, because I love the images Liss uses to illustrate Lucy’s situation.