“This is what you wanted, I told myself. To be alone. To keep moving.”

“I am nothing. I feel like nothing. I want my life to matter. What if one day I'm gone and nobody ever knew I existed?”

“So you're all alone. And, for a short while, at least until it sinks in, you can fake anything.”

“When you're a child, what you see and hear and comprehend can be sorted into little boxes. Then, as you live and learn, all those boxes open up and become rooms. The more you experience, the bigger those rooms get. If you're lucky enough, there are some people you will love, and who will love you, long enough to see their boxes grow into vast spaces. You'll understand things that had no meaning. You'll find dark corners that only light up for the briefest moments. But when you keep getting lost, you just end up with a pile of boxes.”

“You're so focused on steering without crashing that you never say the things you want to say”

“I wanted to live, to take the open road before me.”

“Sometimes we keep the physical objects until memory is enough”