But certain souls cohere. It's rare but possible. But it takes two powerful wills to make it so.

It took the real thing to show you the size of your delusions.

She wanted him to notice her so much.

The present no matter what I brought couldn’t change the past. The Past was set and sealed.

How could you cleanse yourself if you couldn’t forget?

As the three of them walked home from the trees, nobody needed to say it, but Ama knew. They had questioned their friendship. They had searched and wondered, looking for a sign. And all along they'd had their trees. You couldn't wear them. You couldn't pass them around. They offered no fashion advantage. But they had roots. They lived.

Luck never gives; it lends.