My inner goddess is doing the merengue with some salsa moves.

Don't worry. Worry is useless. I worried anyway

We cannot be born, and we cannot die. Like all energy, we can only change shapes and sizes and manifestations.

Lacey shrugged bashfully. “Do you think I’m superficial?” “Well, yeah.” I thought of myself standing outside Becca’s bedroom, hoping she’d take her shirt off. “But so am I,” I added. “So is everyone.

You realize that trying to keep your distance from me will not lessen my affection for you. All efforts to save me from you will fail.

It looked like an old painting, but real - everything achingly idyllic in the morning light - and I thought about how wonderfully strange it would be to live in a place where almost everything had been built by the dead.

I figured something out. The future is unpredictable.