“But I'm getting to it. I can't come at it cold. I'm warming my hands over old stories.”

“You'll have to make do with the story instead, pieced together from the scraps of old lives. That is all I have.”

“That's what we do: tell made-up stories to fend off the night, to put off telling the truth.”

“This is not my prison. I carry it with me. We devise cages of our own choosing.”

“Some ghosts are so quiet you would hardly know they were there.”

“You see only what is before your eyes and not what is behind the eyes of others.”

“Life is fluid. We are the ghosts of all the people we might become, peering forward to catch a glimpse of what could be, our future selves staring back at us, at who we might have been, never were.”