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

She existed in her friends; there she was. All the parts of herself she'd forgotten. She knew herself best when she was with them.

Can you make yourself love? Can you make yourself loved? -Lena Kaligaris

Maybe happiness was just a matter of the little upticks- the traffic signal that said "Walk" the second you go there- and downticks- the itch tag at the back of your collar- that happened to every person in the course of the day. Maybe everybody had the same allotted measure of happiness within each day.

She'd loved him as much as he'd let her. More than he'd let her.

But will he come I just want to know what you think the odds are. Tell me what you really think." "I think Tibby was a wise girl. I think she loved you.

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.