Even the greatest movements on earth, have their beginnings with something small.

She liked that word: we. It sounded warm and open, like a hug.

Things change after you die, though, I guess because dying is the loneliest thing you can do.

The old Lena is dead.

Popularity's a weird thing. You can't really define it, and it's not cool to talk about, but you know it when you see it. Like a lazy eye, or porn.

Of all the miracles Po had seen in the time and space of its death, Po thought this--the absorption of another, the carrying of it--was the most bewildering and remarkable of all. Whenever Bundle separated again, Po was left with an ache of sadness that reminded the ghost of the body it had left behind.

There is so much fragility in kissing, in other people: It is all glass.