I always thought I was different.

And that was it; it was so easy for her. My own memories did not even belong to me. But I knew she was wrong. I had seen that comet. I knew it as well as I knew my own face, my own hands. My own heart.

It's always very pure, that last moment before an ugly, unsettling truth hits someone. The most stark of before-and-afters.

I was heading off to my new world. But I was taking a part of my past, and the future, along with me for the ride.

Why does she have wings?' So she can fly.

You know the minute you stop thinking about it, it'll happen.

Life isn't fair," Owen told her. "Get used to it.