It's nice, this. The canal." He looks at me. "You." "I'll bet you say that to all the canals.

Nothing happens without intention, Willem. Nothing. This theory of yours - life is rules by accidents - isn't that just one huge excuse for passivity?

Every fiction has its base in fact.

If I stay. If I live. It's up to me.

Because I understand all the ways of trying to escape, how sometimes you escape one prison only to find you've built yourself a different one.

Because you don’t ever find things when you’re looking for them. You find them when you’re not.” “If that were true, nobody would ever find their keys.

He can't possibly live up to the person you've built him to be