I mean, if I went into my closet, I could find a previous draft and try to figure that out, but it takes a long time for me to find the voice to tell a story in. I was working from other points of view for a couple years there.

Between a man and a woman there was always one person who was stronger than the other one. That doesn’t mean the weaker one doesn’t love the stronger.

Each time I told my story, I lost a bit, the smallest drop of pain.

I'm just a friendly bystander who they occasionally ask questions of. That's my level of involvement.

The shadow of years was not as big on his small body. He knew I was away . But when people left they always came back.

One thing about failing repeatedly: If you're still doing it after you've failed that much, you really mean it.

In this deeply nuanced portrait of an American family, Bret Anthony Johnston fearlessly explores the truth behind a mythic happy ending. In Remember Me Like This, Johnston presents an incisive dismantling of an all-too-comforting fallacy: that in being found we are no longer lost.