A guy can do far far worse than surrounding himself with people who restore his faith in humanity.

I learn about the highs and lows of living with the same mother for your entire life, about how no one can make you angrier, but how you can't really love anyone more.

When Dawn looked at Vic, she saw Vic exactly as he wanted to be seen. Whereas Vic's parents couldn't help seeing who he used to be, and so many friends and strangers couldn't help seeing who he didn't want to be anymore, Dawn only saw him. Call it a blur if you want, but Dawn didn't see a blur. She saw a very distinct, very clear person.

But the thing about a cry for help is that someone else needs to be around to hear it.

I feel such a tenderness for these vulnerable nighttime conversations, the way words take a different shape in the air when there's no light in the room.

We stay this way until twilight colours the window and the hour calls me home

I guess it's a choice we make," she said. "What's a choice?" I asked. And she said, "How much of the world we let in.