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.

You'll turn out ordinary if you're not careful.

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.

Honesty was a tough customer... Once you started allowing yourself some honesty, it couldn't easily be contained or limited to one part of your life. It was like poison ivy or a bossy houseguest. Once it was there, you couldn't tell it what to do. You had to really fight to keep it from taking over.

Do you have any idea how much I've loved you?

The phone was her worst enemy and her best friend but she never knew which until she answered it.

This body is breaking down, but I am not.