Women always seemed to bring the size they wished they were to the fitting room, rather than the size that would actually fit.

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.

He had to fight. That's all he had. Not memories, not experiences, not skills. He had a will. And his will was to fight until he couldn't fight anymore.

How is it that a person could be so relieved and so disappointed, both at the same time.

you remember what is lost, and you forget what's right in front of you.

It's always nervewracking to put yourself out there. But it's the root of joy.

Different people were good at different things, Lena mused. Lena was good at writing thank-you notes, for instance, and Effie was good at being happy.