You carry your past with you even if you don't remember any of it.

When she is happy, she can't stop talking, when she is sad she doesn't say a word.

They needed to grieve alone was what Tibby's dad said. Lena wondered if really there was any choice in that. Everyone grieved alone.

They were here all at once, but not together. Survival took self-absorption, and it made them strangers with nothing to do and no way to relate. Emergencies gave you a shape and a plot to take part in, while death was no story at all. It left you nothing.

There are going to be moments of deep, deep doubts, and you have to have faith that your initial idea was good and just muddle through.

Let me love you, but don't love me back. Do love me and let me hate you for a while. Let me feel like I have some control, because I know I never do.

She got tired of herself. She got tired of not being able to say what she wanted or do what she wanted or even want what she wanted.