“How it seemed like you could see everything, but certain things were blocked out, hidden.”

“So while it seemed like you were seeing everything, you really weren't. Just bits and pieces that looked like a whole.”

“I remembered Owen telling me how music had saved him in Phoenix, that it drowned everything out, and it was the same for me now. As long as I had something to listen to, I could blur the things I didn't want to think about, if not block them out completely.”

“That was the nice thing about the Spot: you could hear everything, but no one could see you.”

“Looking at the pond, all I could think was that it is an incredivle thing, how a whole world can rise from what seems like nothing at all.”

“It seemed like this day could go in so many directions, like a spiderweb shooting out toward endless possibilities. Whenever you made a choice, especially one you'd been resisting, it always affected everything else, some in big ways, like a tremor beneath your feet, others in so tiny a shift you hardly noticed a change at all. But it was happening.”

“but you could also look at it the other way. Like you’re saying no matter how bad things are for you, I can still relate.”