How could I pretend to be someone else when I was already failing at being the person I already was?

It was like he was in a contest to see who could do the least work, only he was the only contestant.

Everyone I looked at, their whole lives, did exactly what they were supposed to do without even questioning it, without even wondering if they could do something different.

I milked, of course, and did some work around the barn, and tried not to think about Brian, which was like trying not to breathe.

When you don't talk, there's a lot of stuff that ends up not getting said.

Why was it that jam always coated me so?

You can’t think about how much you have left to do because that’s just one thought, one sad thought, that’ll make you bummed out all day long. Instead you’ve got to think about how much you’ve already done.