Grief was like a newborn, and the first three months were hard as hell, but by six months you'd recognized defeat, shifted your life around, and made room for it.

He just wanted to look at her and know her life was marching along under the same arch of time and space as he is.

The problem is not the problem. The problem is your attitude about the problem. Got that? -Coach Brevin

Her vision of the world under the water represented a beautiful stillness, a version of heaven. It was the lost city of Lena, her alternate universe, the life she yearned for but didn't get to have.

What if people knew they were recycled? Would that change anything?

He was the strangest of strangers in that he was also her oldest friend.

She thought she was independent and strong, but she got one small taste of love and she was hungrier than anyone. She was ravenous.