“What's with the strange clothes?"I smile through my labored breath, pleased to be making progress. "Where I'm from, you'd be the one dressed strangely."Thank goodness, she slows a bit. "And what planet is that again?""Er. Canada.”

“What a strange power there is in clothing.”

“You're a punk?''What?''What do they call people from the eighties?' I asked.'Oh,' she laughed. It was a beautiful laugh. 'I'm my mother, actually. I mean, these are her clothes from High School. I guess I should tell people I'm Cyndi Lauper though, or something, because dressing up as your mother is pretty lame.''I almost dressed up as my mother,' I said, 'but I was worried what my therapist would say.'She laughed again, and I realized that she thought I was joking. It was probably for the best, since telling her the second half of my mom costume - a giant fake butcher knife through the head - would probably freak her out.”

“Was that a smile? (Nora)Was what a smile? (Ewan)That strange curvature of your lips. You know, the one where the corners are actually going up instead of down. (Nora)”

“LIFE IS STRANGE""Strange, life is strange, life is strange, Oh life is strange. O god, life is strange, People come and people go, Some move fast and some move slow, No, no, no, no, no. O god, life is good, Some are fat and some are thin, Some don't even ask you how you've been, No, no, no, no, no. Strange, life is strange, life is strange. Oh life is strange. O god, life is strange, Some are fast and some are slow, Some believe, me don't even know, No, no, no, no, no. Strange life is strange, life is strange. Oh my life is strange”

“so my grandmother was not without humanity. and if she wore cocktail dresses when she labored in the garden, they were cocktail dresses she no longer intended to wear to cocktail parties. even in her rose garden she did not want to appear underdressed. if the dresses got too dirty from gardening, she threw them out. when my mother suggested to her that she might have them cleaned, my grandmother said, "what? and have those people at the cleaners what i was doing in a dress to make it that dirty?"from my grandmother i learned that logic is relative.”