Megan • Reading Books Like a Boss (book blog)

"...we were not meant for this world. I returned to my city, to my shattered life and damaged home, to my loneliness, and tried to forget the sweetness of life on Earth."

"But what made it bearable were the friendships, of course, the camaraderie and the music and the Shakespeare, the moments of transcendent beauty and joy when it didn't matter who'd used the last of the rosin on their bow or who anyone had slept with, although someone—probably Sayid—had written "Sartre: Hell is other people" in pen inside one of the caravans and someone else had scratched out "other people" and substituted "flutes."

First we only want to be seen, but once we're seen, that's not enough anymore. After that, we want to be remembered.

What I mean to say is, the more you remember, the more you've lost.

"I regret nothing."

"They are always waiting, the people of the Undersea. They spend all their lives waiting for their lives to begin."

"She was thinking about the way she'd always taken for granted that the world had certain people in it, either central to her days or unseen and infrequently thought of. How without any one of these people the world is a subtly but unmistakably altered lace, the dial turned just one or two degrees."

"Miranda is a person with very few certainties, but one of them is that only the dishonorable leave when things get difficult."