The ocean was the best place, of course. That was what she loved most. It was a feeling of freedom like no other, and yet a feeling of communion with all the other places and creatures the water touched.

You'll turn out ordinary if you're not careful.

He no longer represented someday a possibility. He represented a road not taken a road that suddenly shot so far into the distance she couldn’t see it anymore.

A loving soul was always more beautiful over the long haul, but actual prettiness was fleeting.

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

Some things have to be believed to be seen. -Ralph Hodgson

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.