Every Letter Was A Love Letter.

People Don't Save Other People. People Save Themselves.

I'm Hopefully Making The Reader Feel A Lot About The Characters And Then About Their Own Life.

They're Just Memories Now. Time To Write Them Off.

In The End, The Tortures Tearing The Lisbon Girls Pointed To A Simple Reasoned Refusal To Accept The World As It Was Handed Down To Them, So Full Of Flaws.

It Was Possible To Feel Superior To Other People And Feel Like A Misfit At The Same Time.