Everything had felt so precarious since her mother's death, like she was walking on a bridge made of paper.

I'll give you one day at a time, Claire. But remember, I'm thousands of days ahead already.

For stubborn souls like Lisette, death was easier than the courage it took to actually change your life.

It had always fascinated him that she'd consumed so many words, that her head was full of stories, told a thousand different ways.

You are who you are, whether you like it or not, so why not like it?

When people believe you have something to give, something no one else has, they'll go to great lengths and pay a lot of money for it.

But surprises were nothing new to her. Like opening a can of mushroom soup and finding tomato instead; be grateful and eat it anyway.