She knew that when she got old it would be more fun to look back on a life of romance and adventure than a life of quiet habits. But looking back was easy. It was the doing that was painful. There were plenty of things she would like to look back on but wasn't willing to risk.

She thought she was independent and strong, but she got one small taste of love and she was hungrier than anyone. She was ravenous.

She knew whose love she doubted. It wasn't her parents' and it wasn't her friends: It was her own.

But it was smell that carried memory.

Exactly! We run or we lose ourselves in something, somebody, anything to try and ease our pain.

The present no matter what I brought couldn’t change the past. The Past was set and sealed.

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.