She perched on her windowsill, gazing at the lurid sun soaking into the Caldera, trying to appreciate it even though she couldn’t have it. Why did she always feel she had to do something in the face of beauty?

Honesty was a tough customer... Once you started allowing yourself some honesty, it couldn't easily be contained or limited to one part of your life. It was like poison ivy or a bossy houseguest. Once it was there, you couldn't tell it what to do. You had to really fight to keep it from taking over.

There are two kinds of people in this world. The kind who divide the world into two kinds of people and those who don't.

People left a lot of things behind when they went in the water. Their clothes, their stuff, their makeup, their fixed-up hair, their voices, their hearing, their sight—at least as the normally experienced them.

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

What you leave behind is the people you loved. You leave yourself in them.

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