“Her name is Portia”

“She understands suddenly that the stuff that fills her up is not the love or attention she might get from other people; it is the love she herself has for other people. We are, Portia decides, the people we love”

“When I'm near you, I can feel you in here."She pressed her hand against her heart."And when you're gone, there's an emptiness there. And it hurts. and the pain only goes away when you're close again. Tell me, Zane, tell me what that is."~Portia”

“Portia remembered her interview in the small office upstairs...in which she had been so shy, so terrified about not being good enough, not getting this thing, this chance, which she had only just discovered she wanted very badly.”

“What’s her name? Claire, what’s her name?”

“What's her name?""None of your business.""That can't possibly be her name.”