absence can be present, like a damaged nerve, like a dark bird

Home sweet home. No place like home. Take me home, country roads. Home is where the heart is. But my heart is here. So I must be home. Clare sighs, turns her head, and is quiet. Hi, honey. I'm home. I'm home.

He made the boxes because he was lonely. He didn't have anyone to love, and he made the boxes so he could love them, and so people would know that he existed, and because birds are free and the boxes are hiding places for the birds so they will feel safe, and he wanted to be free and be safe. The boxes are for him so he can be a bird.

That's what alcoholics do. It's in their job description: fall apart and then keep falling apart.

I think play must have been invented so we wouldn't go mad thinking about certain things.

Mama said, "Dreams are different to real life but important too."

It’s dark now and I am very tired. I love you, always. Time is nothing.