“She wasn't here to gawk. She was an infiltrator, a sneak, an ugly. And she had a mission.”

“But she’d managed to find her way into our reality, perhaps because she had an important mission here, perhaps because she was here to save us from what people call the monotony of life.”

“She realized that home wasn't a place. It was here, safe in his arms. As long as she had this, everything would be all right.”

“She couldn't save them, she couldn't save anyone but herself, which made her presence here the worst sort of self-indulgence, her mission a long-running fantasy.”

“She had been ready to love this man from the moment she first saw him. In all these years, that had never changed. They'd hurt each other, let each other down, and yet, here they were after everything, together. She needed him now, needed him to remind her that she was live, that she wasn't alone, that she hadn't lost everything.”

“Now she had to pretend not to love the man she was pretending to love while pretending she wasn't sleeping with him.”