Yes, I kidnapped that Lindberg baby.

There's no way you can get the past right. You can pretend. You can delude yourself, but you can't re-create what's over.

And the more she could imagine this island, the less she liked the real world. The more she could imagine the people, the less she liked any real people.

So this is why I write. Because most times, your life isn’t funny the first time through. Most times, you can hardly stand it. That’s why I write, because life never works except in retrospect. And writing makes you look back. Because since you can’t control life, at least you can control your version.

People fall so in love with their pain, they can’t leave it behind. The same as the stories they tell. We trap ourselves.

As the stupidest person in the room, I always had the most to gain.

At this rate, we'll never get to the future.