“How many times had I let myself connect with someone only to have it thrown back in my face?”

“Even though I had a history with that house, it didn't matter. You can't go back to how things were. How you thought they were. All you really have...is now.”

“When you try rescuing someone and discover they can't be reached, why would you ever throw that back in their face?”

“I sat. And I thought. And the more I thought, connecting the events in my life, the more my heart collapsed.”

“It may seem that every time someone offers you a hand up, they just let go and you slip further down.”

“I wanted to tell you everything. And that hurt because some things were too scary. Some things even I didn’t understand. How could I tell someone—someone I was really talking to for the first time—everything I was thinking?I couldn’t. It was too soon.”

“Yes, there are major gaps in my story. Some parts I just couldn't figure out how to tell. Or couldn't bring myself to say out loud. Events I haven't come to grips with... that I'll never come to grips with. And if I never have to say them out loud, then I never have to think them all the way trough.”