“She seems sort of lost.'I thought, Lost how? How am I lost? Suddenly I felt lost.”

“Lost?” I broke in. “Lost how? Lost like you dropped it down the sink, or lost like it walked out the door and ran off into the woods?”

“Even though I'm seventeen, I guess I still thought this would always be true - that there would always be that lost-and-found, and not the lost-and-still-lost that I am now trapped inside.”

“She thought about her life and how lost she’d felt for most of it. She thought about the way that all truths she’d been taught to consider valuable invariably conflicted with the world as it was actually lived. How could a person be so utterly lost, yet remain living?”

“I'm not lost for I know where I am. But however, where I am may be lost.”

“How much modern civilization has lost, I think, when they lost the awareness of the billions of stars overhead.”