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

“If you were dead," Owen told her, "you'd have bigger problems than what you were wearing.”

“Like life isn't complicated enough. You should at least be able tofollow the signs.”

“One week, one strong. One scared, one bold. I was beginning to understand though, that there were no such things as absolutes, not in life, or in people. Like Owen said, it was day by day, if not moment by moment. All you could do was take on as much weight as you can bear. And if you're lucky, there's someone close enough to shoulder the rest.”

“Grief can be a burden, but also an anchor. You get used to the weight, how it holds you in place.”

“Your mother won a special reward," she told me, "because everyone had a head in her pictures. We all applauded.”

“What was the name of Pygmalion's sister?"She blinked, twice, obviously surprised. "Ummm," she said, keeping her eyes on me. "I don't know."Rogerson did," I told her. "Rogerson knew everything.”