Kids think with their brains cracked wide open; becoming an adult, I've decided, is only a slow sewing shut.

If you spent your life concentrating on what everyone else thought of you, would you forget who you really were? What if the face you showed the world turned out to be a mask... with nothing beneath it?

If his voice hasn't been the melody of my life, it's been the bass line, so subtle you don't notice it until it's missing.

My whole life was about her, what if her whole life wasn’t all about me?

You know, Michael, I used to sit around looking for a way to make sense of what happened, like there was some kind of answer I could find if I just looked hard enough. Then one day I realized that if there had been one, Dave would still be here. And I wondered if this...this feeling that I couldn't figure it all out...was what Dave had been feeling, too.

There are certain things I do not talk about.

What is right, in the end, is not always what it seems to be, and some rules are better broken.