She realized all at once the deeper thing that bothered her, the thing that made him not just irritating but intolerable: how he kept loving her blindly when she deserved it so little.

She wasn't as destructive as Bee. She had never been as dramatic. Rather, she'd slipped carefully, stealthily away from her ghosts.

You have been with me from the very first life. You are my first memory every time, the single thread in all of my lives. It`s you who makes me a person.

Age is not so much a feature of your character, as the spot where you stand for a pretty fleeting time on the arc of your life.

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.

Sometimes he felt sure that the key to happiness was a poor memory.

What can I say? I'm obsessed. And as we all know obsessed girls can't be held responsible for our actions.