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.

Hysteria is impossible without an audience. Panicking by yourself is the same as laughing alone in an empty room. You feel really silly.

Because nothing is as perfect as you can imagine it.

Also consider that someday, when you’re dead and rotted, kids with their baby teeth will sit in their time-geography class and laugh about how stupid you were.

You ever wonder if Adam and Eve were just the puppies God dumped because they wouldn't house-train?

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.

Parenthood is the opiate of the masses.