“It was nice to be in such close physical proximity, even though they hadn't spoken in months, and only via cursory birthday cards and the like. In the end, it didn't matter. Sisters were sisters.”

“That was what love was, though, wasn't it? Holding each other's misery as close as your own?”

“They were with their mother, and so they were acting like children.”

“... She might have thought that it was the case, that all things worked out in the end, and that the world was a benevolent place, but she knew better now, and had to fake it.”

“Even if she wasn't happy on the inside, the outside could be something else entirely. There was always another character to play.”

“Things that happen in seven years: Brad Pitt in Tibet. The itch.”

“... She was as beautiful and lost as a landlocked mermaid.”