This goes against everything that I am, Sarai," he says and then kisses me. "No, it doesn't," I whisper and kiss him back. "It's you becoming more of who you really are.

Things always change when someone you love dies. You just can't prepare youself for those changes no matter what you do in advance. The only thing that's a certainty in always wondering who's going to be next.

You’re sleeping with an assassin, running for your life every single day from men who want to kill you and you’re convinced you’re going to die of discomfort.

It’s my future and my life and I can’t make myself live the way someone else wants me to.

What you wear doesn't really matter much. All that matters is where you're going what you're doing while you're wearing it.

Just because one person's problem is less traumatic than another's doesn't mean they're required to hurt less

Ultimately, it's my choice and only my choice.