I began to learn the importance of lifting things up and looking underneath.

Maybe we all just want to feel special, even for a little while, to be fooled for a bit into feeling something besides the truth of our own ordinariness.

It was a shut door, and shut doors meant things kept to yourself. There were reasons you kept things to yourself, and they usually weren’t good, happy, open-air sort of reasons. Still, I didn’t want to see behind that door. You think you want to know everything there is to know about everything there is to know. But you don’t. Not really. I had pried the lid off of the dark places of another person before, I had seen inside. Down deep. You don’t want to look at what’s rotting there.

No one is ever quite as strong or as weak as you'd think.

I could forget that part, but it had to have been true.

...forever is hard enough without it beginning now.

The scariest part of forever is that nothing is.