No one in Hollywood cares I was unfaithful to Oliver, but they’ll care I was unfaithful to the brand.”

I’m always fascinated by things that turn into phenomenons. Like, why, you know? What is it that strikes a chord in so many people? When it happens, it seems so intuitive in retrospect, like you can clearly see the void that was filled, but the real trick is identifying the void when it’s still a void.”

She was at an age when the future adult rattles the child’s bones like the bars of a cage.

Jamie found he liked how the people he drew gave him permission to look closely and without hurry at their faces. He liked how people became vulnerable when they were about to be drawn, revealed more than they intended with their little adjustments. They sat up straighter or slouched, met his eye or evaded it. They seemed to become more themselves

She ran her hand over her shorn head again, felt a stirring of pride mixed up with the pressure that was tightening in her like a bolt being turned into place. Her hair was a declaration, not an admission. All things should be declarations, not admissions.

Water was always on its way somewhere bigger, according to Wallace. “Nothing’s bigger than the ocean, though,” Marian told him. “The sky is,” said Wallace.

Your life can’t be a debt, she’d countered once, or then it’s not really yours, and nothing has been saved.

She considers flying to see Jamie but finds she doesn’t want to leave Alaska, is frightened by the thought of crossing back into her old life. So maybe she’s not quite herself again, not that she’s foolish enough to think there is one fixed version of a person.

Her hair was a declaration, not an admission.