So far, she’d been her usual lame self: solitary and routine-loving, carefully avoiding any path that might lead to spontaneous human interaction. Lena Kaligaris

She liked the life she had. She loved habits. She craved a day with nothing in it, a long, quiet stretch of hours in the studio.

I love her. I need her. I gave away everything I had for her. I just wanted her to know me.

You surround yourself with your pain or you avoid it and let it find you when you are trying to do other things

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

Life isn't just fair. It's just fairer than death, that's all. -William Goldman

It was like a dream you might have after death in which lost people came back to life, your friends loved you again no matter what you had done, and your failures were unaccountably forgiven.