“How can we truly understand who we are unless we know who we were and what we have the power to become?”
“How can we live without our lives? How will we know it's us without our past?”
“I know who we are, and how we got that way. We are writers. We danced with the words, as children, in what became familiar patterns. The words became our friends and our companions, and without even saying it aloud, a thought danced with them: I can do this. This is who I am.”
“Without pain, How can we know joy?”
“So how do we do this trip, knowing it’s all an illusion? How do we do that? We can’t do that. We can only hang on for the ride.”