“Our lives, our stories, flowed into one another's, were no longer our own, individual, discrete.”

“Over and over, we start our own tales, compose our own stories, whether our lives are short or long. Until at last all our beginnings come down to just one end, and the tale of who we are is done.”

“Our stories are what we have,” Our Good Mother says. “Our stories preserve us. we give them to one another. Our stories have value. Do you understand?”

“...Every single one of us goes through life depending on and bound by our individual knowledge and awareness. And we call it reality. However, both knowledge and awareness are equivocal. One's reality might be another's illusion. We all live inside our own fantasies, don't you think?”

“All of us to one degree or another disconnect from God’s story because we are fundamentally committed to being the author of our own stories.”

“A birth is not really a beginning. Our lives at the start are not really our own but only the continuation of someone else's story.”