Well, I already know what happened to my face", I say. "I was there. Sort of

Caleb," I say, "I love you." His eyes gleam with tear as he says, "I love you, too, Beatrice.

Scrubbing the floor when no one else wanted to was something that my mother would have done. If I can't be with her, the least I can do is act like her sometimes.

Don't pretend", I say Breathily. "You know I'm not. I'm not ugly, but I am certainly not pretty." "Fine. You're not pretty. So?" He kisses my cheek. "I like how you look. You're deadly smart. You're brave.

Peace is restrained; this is free.

We can’t survive alone, but even if we could, we wouldn't want to.

Life's something we already understand. Death is a mystery.