Great Circle: the dazzling, instant New York Times bestseller

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you don’t just love a person, you love a vision of your life with them. And then you have to mourn both.

we don’t always notice beginnings. Endings are usually easier to detect.

They were a pair, as some things naturally and undeniably were, and once a pair was established, everything outside it (himself, for example) became inevitably and inherently extraneous.

they’d always been like two adjacent locks in a canal, one opening into the other, pouring off excess feeling, seeking equilibrium, though she was usually the lock in danger of overflowing and he the one who absorbed excess, rose up as she sank down. People thought being twins made them the same, but it was balance, not sameness, she felt with him.

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they wouldn’t like the books if the story gave them exactly what they wanted.

People like to remind her that she is from outside. You can’t become an Alaskan. It’s just not possible. She is not one of them, but still, she feels she belongs.

Her hair was a declaration, not an admission.