It's our last chance. No. No, I can't... I, no, I need to believe that it isn't our last chance... Eleanor? Can you hear me? I need you to believe it, too.
If you can't save your own life, is it even worth saving?
Real life was something happening in her peripheral vision.
She heard the very beginning of a smile in his voice--a fetal smile--and it very nearly killed her.
I think I can live without you, but it won't be any kind of life.
Take your vitamins. Don't drink vodka. Get used to empire waistlines.