I love the idea of fictional worlds kind of all cohering in some way.

Tibby was shaking her head. "What?" Bailey asked. "Nothing. Just that you suprise me every day," Tibby said. Bailey smiled at her. "I like that you let yourself be suprised.

Bridget cried for the leavers and the left. For the people, like herself, grimly forsaking what precious gifts they would ever get.

She had to have faith not just in trying but in failing. Was she strong enough to fail Was she strong enough not to

It was hard to feel the right emotions at the right times. They didn’t come at all when you set a place for them, and they sacked when you weren’t ready, when you were just innocently flossing your teeth, for example, or eating a bowl of cereal.

You are not going to die, I know I said I'd let you, but I can't.

The happiness at getting what you want is not usually commensurate with the worry leading up to it.