“Just some­thing to need you home at night. Some­thing to keep you from liv­ing alone.”

“This is some­thing I’ll go to Hell for.”

“The fish is some­thing to make me set­tle in one place. Ac­cord­ing to church colony doc­trine, it’s why men mar­ry wom­en and why wom­en have chil­dren. It’s some­thing to live your life around.”

“Jump ahead ten years, and not much has changed. Ten years of ther­apy, and I’m still in about the same place. This prob­ably isn’t some­thing we should cel­ebrate.”

“There's no escaping fate, it just keeps going. Day and night, the future just keeps coming at you.”

“Why is it you feel like a dope if you laugh alone, but that's usually how you end up crying? How is it you can keep mutating and still be the same deadly virus?”

“I want to tell them, stay in the cage. There are bet­ter things than free­dom. There are worse things than liv­ing a long bored life in some stranger’s house and then dy­ing and go­ing to ca­nary heav­en.”