Sometimes we meet people and are so symbiotic with them, it's as if we are one person, with one mind, one destiny

Leaving people to jumped conclusions is sometimes simpler than explaining a complicated truth

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

Then the musical instruments appeared. Dad’s snare drum from the house, Henry’s guitar from his car, Adam’s spare guitar from my room. Everyone was jamming together, singing songs: Dad’s songs, Adam’s songs, old Clash songs, old Wipers songs. Teddy was dancing around, the blond of his hair reflecting the golden flames. I remember watching it all and getting that tickling in my chest and thinking to myself: This is what happiness feels like.

It doesn't rain every day. Just every other day.

Willem, I suspect deep down you know exactly why you're here, exactly what you want, but you're unwilling to the wanting, let alone the having. Because both of those propositions are terrifying.

How can it be so unclear to her when it's like the fingers on my hand to me?