“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.”

“Maybe family were the people who came looking for you when you were lost.”

“There comes a time when you decide you're done playing the victim. It just came a bit sooner for me.”

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

“They all count, even the wrong turns; they all add more to who you become. Nobody wants to be a one-way street. There are signposts if you cared to look.”

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

“I thought about loneliness. How its not something you catch and mostly we choose it. How a trouble shared is a trouble halved but things like love and joy are multiplied when you have someone to share them with.”