I used to pretend that I was just passing through this family on my way to my real one.

I think a persons life is supposed to be like a DVD. You can see the version everyone else sees, or you can choose the directors cut-the way he wanted you to see it, before everything else got in the way. There are menus, probably, so that you can start at the good spots and not have to relive the bad ones. You can measure your life by the number of scenes you’ve survived, or the minutes you’ve been stuck there. Probably, though, life is more like one of those dumb video surveillance tapes. Grainy, no matter how hard you stare at it. And looped: the same thing, over and over.

There are two ways to be happy: improve your reality, or lower your expectations.

That's the crazy thing about lies. You start to fall for them, yourself.

You can miss a person you've never known.

If you didn't remember something happening, was it because it never had happened? Or because you wished it hadn't?

for 100,000 (dollars), you [can] flatten a house with a wrecking ball. Imagine how much less it [takes] to destroy something than it [does] to build it in the first place.