“[I] like to be anchored by routine, not shackled by it.”
“Nobody likes to life anchors.”
“I had always liked that: I liked routine. I liked being bored. I didn’t want to, but I did.”
“I’d been tossing on the seas for twenty-eight years, I was used to flipping around on the waves by myself,bailing out the water like a mad fool.How did I get used to an anchor?What if that anchor broke off?”
“We’ll stretch like branches and we will anchor like roots. We’ll grow together.”
“My days had a pleasant identicalness about them. I had always liked that: I liked routine. I liked being bored. I didn’t want to but I did.”