“Words were different when they lived inside of you.”

“Okay is just a word I use so I won't have to talk about what's inside. Okay is a word that means I am going to keep my secrets.”

“And why was it that some guys had tears in them and some had no tears at all? Different boys lived by different rules.”

“It felt like there was a whole world living inside her. I didn't know anything about that world.”

“Daughters. They were sometimes as familiar and intimate as honeysuckles in bloom, but mostly daughters were mysteries. They lived in rooms you had long since abandoned and could not, did not, ever want to reenter.”

“I do not know what it means to be okay. I have never known and maybe I will never know. Okay is just a word I use so I won't have to talk about what's inside. Okay is a word that means I am going to keep my secrets.”

“It makes me angry that you hate yourself for something that somebody else made you do. Don't let them take any more. Don't you do that Andres.""None of this does any good, Grace. All these visits, all this talking, all this strolling down fucking memory lane. It doesn't help. And you know why it doesn't help? Because everything that's happened - it lives so deep inside me that the only way I can ever get rid of it is to die.""That's not true, Andres.""It is true. Happiness isn't in the cards for everyone, Grace.”