“All the travelin I ever done is going around the coffeepot looking for the handle.”

“When I was done reading the poem, everyone was quiet. A very sad quiet. But the amazing thing was that it wasn’t a bad sad at all. It was just something that made everyone look around at each other and know that they were there. Sam and Patrick looked at me. And I looked at them. And I think they knew. Not anything specific really. They just knew. And I think that’s all you can ever ask from a friend.”

“That's better." He looks at me and smiles. "It's easier to handle if you're not pussy footing around on the power.”

“I think I'm going to cry, this is crazy.""No, you're just processing. Go ahead and cry.""I thought men got nervous around crying females.""I'm a Marine, remember? We're trained to handle anything.”

“I'm jealous of her. Can you be jealous of your mom for being able to handle things? I couldn't take a day off, take a dog to the vet, and cook dinner. That's like three times too much stuff for me to get done in one day. How am I ever going to have my own house?”

“I resolved to move just a little bit more slowly through the world, to look around myself with greater care, and to try to remain conscious of all that was going on around me at all times.”