Currency is for strangers.”

Perhaps she should not be asking who she was but, rather, of what she was a part.

She had no friends, because whenever she began to get close to someone it felt like unknown territory, and it scared her; she ran away to a new place, to find new people to study, people to whom she did not necessarily have to be a person back. To be a person back. She was not sure she knew how.

“Everything I do can become part of that work, if I choose. Just as it can and does for you, if you choose.”

“Change is just change, Sara. Not all good, not all bad. Just different.”

Your body is changing, just as it does every time you get sick and another little piece of something else comes to live inside you.

Fortunate, too, to become bored with the past and eager to sail over the horizon or walk over the crest of the hill and see what’s on the other side.”

“And these places you go, the people you find, do you come to care for them? Or do you only study them, like strange shells you might find on the beach?”

Human meant cruelty as well as love, human was protecting one’s own at the expense of others. Human also meant having the capacity to change.