“Maybe some things are better left broken and scatteredVeiled in darkness, secret bitterness and self-doubtI should have known betterThan to start something that I couldn't finishThat I couldn't care aboutThat I couldn't remember starting in the first placeI don't want to know youYou went years without meYou might as well keep going.”

“I couldn't remember what life was like before I started walking.”

“Maybe I don't really want to know what's going on. Maybe I'd rather not know. Maybe I couldn't bear to know. The Fall was a fall from innocence to knowledge.”

“The thing is, you make choices. You do some things and you don't do others and in the end there's not much point in asking what different choices might have gained you, and lost you, unless you have a time machine. You become those choices, you embody them...I'd known I couldn't stay, just as I'd known years before I couldn't be with him, even as I'd gone on pretending I had a choice. I was who I was, and I wanted what I already had.”

“I'm American. Like I told you. And I'm American and not something else because they failed that day. They couldn't do it and most of them probably knew they couldn't do it before they even started, but they went anyhow. There's honor in that. I don't reckon there's much honor left in the world now, but they had it that day and I honor them on both sides by knowing what I can about it. Much as I can.”

“I started adding up all the things I couldn't do.”