“These days will be a shitty reminder of a time when we weren't the best versions of ourselves.”

“I’m two hours late when I pull in to the driveway. It won’t matter that I’m always on time. People never see how good you are. Fuck up once, and it’s like you are wearing a neon sign.”

“The truth is, some apologies never see the light of day.”

“Those big reunions where everyone apologises and the family lives happily ever after? They're bullshit. The truth is, some apologies never see the light of day.”

“We talk later,” he demands. “Or now, with everyone listening.”“Go to hell,” I say. It worked before, but not this time.His voice soft, he asks, “Aren’t we already there, Q?”

“We are the Island of Misfit Toys, all broken or smashed in some way.”

“It’s easier to hang out with the patients in the indoor garden, with its sunlight and picnic tables. Easier to forget that someone’s ill when you’re not surrounded by the antiseptic reek of hospital-issue debris.”