During the dark times we’ve found ourselves in since January 20th and the impending sense of doom, this book was a reminder about how amidst all the bad and terrible there are good things. Things worth living and fighting for. And sometimes it’s the little things. Don’t take the small things for granted. 

-What happens to people like me, when they’re not young any more? The useless ones - where do they go?

-Memories are so strange. Some of them, even good ones, slip through her fingers like liquid, while others cling on for mysterious reasons.

-She blinked until the feeling passed. It came, it went. Nobody noticed, nobody knew. It was ridiculously easy, hiding herself. Painful, but easy. Her greatest gift. Even she didn’t know who she really was.

-“I’m used to it. It’s just this sad undercurrent in my life.”