“The house was full of murmuring voices. I could practically feel each room getting choked with the hot breath of other people.”

“I could take care of you," he said, his breath hot against her neck. "We could care about each other." -Nick”

“How come families are full of people that have no clue how they make each other feel?”

“I'll get it," said Jough in his man-of-the-house voice, a full octave lower than his regular voice.”

“...two different kinds of Japanese psychotherapies, one based on getting people to stop using feelings as an excuse for their actions and the other based on getting people to practice gratitude.”

“I called Mom from the hotel during the period of peace, I'd turned out all of the lights and closed the curtains in pursuit of sensory deprivation. It was Black and sensationless. All There was in the room was my voice and mom's voice trickling out of the phone's earpiece, and this feeling passed through me-this feeling of what a gift it is that people are able to speak to each other while they're alive. These casual conversations, this familiar voice heard through a Las Vegas hotel room telephone. It was strange to realize that, in one since, all we are is our voice.”