“We ride the blades againbeside the crooked bay. You smile.I hold you like a hole holds light.We wear our hats and ride the knives.They cannot fix you. They try and try.Tunnel! Into the dark open we go.Days you are sick, we get dressed slow.”

“You must not let yourself be misled, in your solitude, by the fact that there is something in you which wants to escape from it. This very wish will, if you use it quietly and preeminently and like a tool, help to spread your solitude over wide country. People have (with the help of convention) found the solution of everything in ease and the easiest side of easy; but it is clear that we must hold to the difficult; everything living holds to it, everything in Nature grows and defends itself according to its own character and is an individual in its own right, strives to be so at any cost and against all opposition. We know little, but that we must hold to the difficult is a certainty that will not leave us; it is good to be solitary, for solitude is difficult; the fact that a thing is difficult must be one more reason for our doing it.”

“For our part, when we feel, we evaporate; ah, we breatheourselves out and away; with each new heartfirewe give off a fainter scent. True, someone may tell us:you're in my blood, this room, Spring itselfis filled with you . . . To what end? He can't hold us,we vanish within him and around him.”

“I don't like anybody or anything," said Lucinda.Yes, you do;--you like horses to ride, and dresses to wear.”

“There's always light after the dark. You have to go through that dark place to get to it, but it's there, waiting for you. It's like riding on a train through a dark tunnel. If you get so scared you jump off in the middle of the ride, then you're there, in the tunnel, stuck in the dark. You have to ride the train all the way to the end of the ride.”

“Night came and fell hard.Not like God drawing a blanket over our landBut like someone snuffing a candle.Sudden and total.Out—just like that.Now we are waiting.Waiting in the darkTo see if someoneWill switch on the light.We can cower,We can fear,We can get lost together orGet lost alone.But the truth is:I am the light. You are the light.We are lit up together.We are silhouettes of sunlightcast against the night.Shining now, let usShining, hold the light,Shining, so that our familiesCan find us.Shining.”

“Shane: "Our whole lives are in a mess right now, and I don't know how to fix it."Alyssa: "It'll get better, I promise."Shane: "You can't promise that...”