They needed to grieve alone was what Tibby's dad said. Lena wondered if really there was any choice in that. Everyone grieved alone.

Because she was raw and uncertain, and she liked to keep all the messy parts of herself to herself. ... As much as Lena liked to hide the mess and display the finished product, by this point she was all mess and no product.

Don't talk to me. I'm tired and grumpy and I'll probably make fun of you.

This body is breaking down, but I am not.

You don't have time, Len. That is the most bitter and the most beautiful pieve of advice I can offer. If you don't have what you want now, you don't have what you want. -pg276

I love that blurry place where life’s transitions are made without you even knowing it.

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