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.

That's what people do who love you. They put their arms around you and love you when you're not so lovable.

It's hard to see clearly when your eyes are squinched tight out of fear.

I'll tell you one thing about me, and that is that I'm not to keen on being bossed around. If, say, my Mom tells me to empty the dishwasher, I like to wait a little bit, you know, not hop up and do it right away, because then it feels more like my own idea. That's a little problematic when you have an actual boss.

We can get so wrapped up in our own misconceptions that we miss the simple beauty of the truth.

When what you want is a relationship, and not a person, get a dog.

I don’t know why we do it. But sometimes we just swim straight for the net.