Marnie loved her better and more honestly than anyone else in the world, with the possible exception of her mother, who loved her intensely if not honestly.

She wanted him to notice her so much.

Can you make yourself love? Can you make yourself loved? -Lena Kaligaris

What if people knew they were recycled? Would that change anything?

There was a moment in between, a moment flung free in the midst of the transition, when he made contact. That was the moment she would dwell on.

Developing characters is a strange thing. In the beginning they are abstract and I wonder how to move on from there.

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.