It's not always easy being her daughter.' I think,' she said, 'sometimes it's hard no matter whose daughter you are.

I'm starting to think, though, that some things never get that. The replay, and all. So at some point you have to make peace with it as it is, not keep waiting for a chance to change it

It was kind of soothing, these sounds of lives being lived all around me, for better or for worse. And there I was, in the middle of them all, newly reborn and still waiting for mine to begin.

It's a funny feeling, being suddenly airborne. Just as you realize it, it's over, and you're sinking.

All I'd wanted for so long was for someone to explain everything that had happened to me in this same way. To label it neatly on a page: this leads to this leads to this.

We can't expect everybody to be there for us, all at once. So it's a lucky thing that really, all you need is someone.

All I'd ever wanted was to forget. but even when I thought I had, pieces had kept emerging, like bits of wood floating up to the surface that only hint at the shipwreck below.