“No. We are our families. Both of us. We are the baggage twins. That much, I get.”

“I mean, it's like we all get our raw materials from our families―but it's up to us whether we build bridges or bombs.”

“I realized then how much alike we were. Both of us looked backwards to a beloved time that was lost to us, a time where everything had been beautiful. Both of us looked forward to some time and place that would be better. And both of us were here, now, in a grim, unhappy time where little was as we wanted it to be. We lived in our memories and in our hopes, enduring the present because we had no other choice, and because we loved the people who lived here with us.”

“We arrive with our...'baggage' and for a while they're brilliant, they're 'Baggage Handlers.' We say, 'Where's your baggage?' They deny all knowledge of it...'They're in love'...they have none. Then...just as you're relaxing...a Great Big Juggernaut arrives...with their baggage. It Got Held Up. One of the greatest myths men have about women is that we overpack.”

“Even though we both know that our loved one will never so much as look our way we can’t erase that small something within us that continues to hope in vain.”

“Its interesting how our baggage influences our vision. I wonder how often we see things for what they really are.”