“You know what I mean. Sometimes you just know what you want, and it doesn’t make any sense at all. What’s that called?”“Being human.”

“It's about being in love, and working together, and working together when you aren't in love, and loving when you can't work together.”

“Do you know what it’s called when you hate something you know nothing about? It’s called prejudice.”

“Love doesn’t know any better. Those kinds of feelings are rare. You need to hold on to love when you can. And if it lasts, it lasts. And if it doesn’t, you deal with it.”

“But you know all about that, being sorry and having no words to say something when you know you should but you just can't”

“How, I asked, could I have gone my whole life not knowing about my mother? How could I have not known what Keith knew when he saw our house? “It’s your mom,” Helder said. “Because it’s Mom.” He sounded firm and knowing and clear. “When a child has an alcoholic father, he sees him drink all day long but he doesn’t have a label, a concept. You just know that at night, when the tires make a certain sound in the driveway and the doors slam a certain way, with a certain sound, you just know you need to hide.”

“Sometimes life isn’t what you thought it would be it’s just what it is.”