Those were the people who made her something, and without them she was different. She'd held on to them and to that old self tenaciously, though. She clung to it, celebrated it, worshipped it even, instead of constructing a new grown-up life for herself. For years she'd been eating the cold crumbs left over from a great feast, living on them as though they could last her forever.

She hadn't chosen the brave life. She'd chosen the small, fearful one.

Tibby cried into her soup when it finally came. "I'm scared... ," she told it. The carrots and peas made no reply, but she felt better for having told them.

I always interpret coincidences as little clues to our destiny

Please believe him. Keep your heart open to him. He can make you happy. He has always loved you, and you once loved him with all your heart.

It was frustrating when people loved you and took an interest in you and sometimes worried about you and personally cared what you did with yourself. Lena wished that love were something you could flip on and off. You could turn it on when you felt good bout yourself and worthy of it and generous enough to return it. You could clip it off when you needed to hide or self-destruct and had nothing at all to give." (Lena, 194)

She was alive, and they were dead. She had to try to make her life big. As big as she could. She promised Bailey she would keep playing.