There are like twenty people in that waiting room right now. Some of them are related to you. Some of them are not. But we're all your family.' "She stops now. Leans over me so that the wisps of her hair tickle my face. She kisses me on the forehead. 'You still have a family,' she whispers.

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

Even if you find him. Even if he didn’t leave you on purpose, he can’t possibly live up to the person you’ve built him into.

(P)eople’s good intentions can wind up putting us in boxes as confining as coffins.

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

I’ve been feeling something else. Like I’m about to be sucked into something powerful and painful.

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.