The facts didn't matter. Their stories mattered, and each of their stories belonged to each of them alone.
Traits don't change, states of mind do.
She didn't like to be alone. Even more, she didn't like being with people. (148)
It’s just that I’m the kind of person,' Rebecca continued, 'that thinks if you took a map of the whole world and put a pin in it for every person, there wouldn’t be a pin for me.
The key to contentment was to never ask why; she had learned that long ago.
He wanted to put his arms around her, but she had a darkness that seemed to stand beside her like an acquaintance that would not go away.