What we call chaos is just patterns we haven’t recognized. What we call random is just patterns we can't decipher.

The truth is . . . you think what people want you to think.

Picture the moment when your mom and dad first saw you as something other than a pretty, tiny version of them. You as them, but improved. Better educated. Innocent. Then picture when you stopped being their dream.

When we don't know who to hate, we hate ourselves.

Don't rush or force the ending. All you have to know is the next scene, or the next few scenes.

In a city this size, every year, hundreds of husbands walk away. Kids leave home. Wives escape. People disappear.

We've taken the world apart but we have no idea what to do with the pieces.