“Curiosity is a gateway drug to sympathy.”

“I am blotting out pieces of my life. I am blotting out everything but this. But him. I exhale as he brushes against me, my body beginning to uncurl, to loosen at his fingertips. I am letting him wash over me, drown every part of me that I don’t need in order to kiss or to listen or to smile or to want. This is what I want. This is my drug. The pain, both skin-deep and deeper, is finally gone. Everything is gone but the quiet. And the quiet is wonderful.”

“You really are like him, your father.""I can't tell whether you think that's good or bad.""What does it matter? It's simply true.”

“Her bare feet land with light thuds like rain on stones.”

“The wind took hold of whatever I felt, and ran away with it.”

“Mom may be able to power a city, but Dad barely stays lit.”

“I suppose it doesn't matter how they get out. All that matters is they do. And when they do, they must be found. They must go back.”