History is a Rorschach test, people. What you see when you look at it tells you as much about yourself as it does about the past.

I was only glad to be saved and never once thought to ask why.

Who knew that listening to a guy sleep could be so much deeper than sleeping with a guy.

The feeling that you get.... when you know something is happening that will change you, and you don't want it to, but you can't stop it. And you know, for the first time, that there will now be a before and an after, a was and a will be. And that you will never again quite be the same person you were.

Meet me where the sky touches the sea. Wait for me where the world begins.

It's only the body that's gone. Only the body. There's a part that doesn't go in the ground, a part that stays inside you forever.

My father had put these things on the table. I looked at him standing by the sink. He was washing his hands, splashing water on his face. My mamma left us. My brother, too. And now my feckless, reckless uncle had as well. My pa stayed, though. My pa always stayed. I looked at him. And saw the sweat stains on his shirt. And his big, scarred hands. And his dirty, weary face. I remembered how, lying in my bed a few nights before, I had looked forward to showing him my uncle's money. To telling him I was leaving. And I was so ashamed.