Sometimes you couldn’t face the sadness of being forgotten until you felt the comfort of being remembered again.

People said things they didn't mean all the time. Everybody else in the world seemed able to factor it in. But not Lena. Why did she believe the things people said? Why did she cling to them so literally? Why did she think she knew people when she clearly didn't? Why did she imagine that the world didn't change, when it did? Maybe she didn't change. She believed what people said and she stayed the same." (Lena, 211)

When you remembered to forget, you were remembering. It was when you forgot to forget that you forgot.

I'm writing this down, because it is going to be hard for me to say it. Because this is probably our last time just us. See, I can write that down, but I don't think I can say it. I'm not doing this to say goodbye, though I know that has to be part of it. I'm doing it to thank you for all we have had and done and been for one another, to say I love you for making this life of mine what it is. Leaving you is the hardest thing I have to do. But the thing is, the best parts of me are in you, all three of you. You are who I am, and what I cherish in myself stays on in you.

There are two kinds of people in this world. The kind who divide the world into two kinds of people and those who don't.

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.

He tricked himself into thinking that she would look into his eyes and remember, that love would conquer all.