“How can I remember a world that isn't mine? One that isn't the one I wake up in every day now?”

“I can see myself watching him shave every morning. And at other time I see us in that house and see how one bright day (or a day like this, so cold your mind shifts every time the wind does) he will wake up and decide it's all wrong. I'm sorry, he'll say. I have to leave now.”

“I can only please one person a day... Today is not your day & tomorrow isn't looking good either.”

“Isn't that the tragedy of growing up though? One day you wake up and realize that everything you are and everything you feel is not much different from what everyone else feels.”

“How was it possible to wake up every day and be recognizable to another when so often one was barely recognizable to oneself?”

“It isn't a matter of forgetting. What one has to learn is how to remember and yet be free of the past.”