Hallie and I... were all there was. The image in the mirror that proves you are still here. We had exactly one sister apiece. We grew up knowing the simple arithmetic of scarcity: A sister is more precious than an eye.

Memory is a complicated thing, a relative to truth, but not its twin.

The talkers are rising above the thinkers.

Every life is different because you passed this way and touched history... Listen being dead is not worse than being alive. It is different though. You could say the view is larger.

It occurs to her that there is one thing about people you can never understand well enough: how entirely inside themselves they are.

The things I carry closest to my heart are things I can't own.

If you can't dress expensive, dress memorable.