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

I want to go where you're going. I'm not scared of dying. I want to stay together and come back together. You said that souls cohere. I want to stay with you.

Don't talk to me. I'm tired and grumpy and I'll probably make fun of you.

You thought you had the choice to stay still or move forward, but your didn't. As long as your heart kept pumping an your blood kept blowing and your lungs kept filling, you didn't. The pang she felt for Tibby carried something like envy. You couldn't stand still for anything short of death, and God knew she had tried.

I look back on my 20s. It's supposed to be the prime of your life, the most vital, the most beautiful. But you're making your critical decisions and sometimes your most critical mistakes.

She kept walking. The very small, brave part of her brain knew that this would be her one chance. If she turned around, she would lose it.

She loved her mother and depended on her mother, and yet every single word her mother said annoyed her.