anyone can understand anything. You just have to know how to present your information.

I know what it's like when the things you believe make you feel like you're on the outside looking in.

For someone who can’t remember very much, there seems to be a lot I can’t forget.

From that point of view, I realized that my hole was not miles deep after all. My father, in fact, could stand on the bottom and it only reached up to his chest. Darkness, you know, is relative.

When was the last time someone read aloud to you? Probably when you were a child, and if you think back, you'll remember how safe you felt, tucked under the covers, or curled in someone's arms, as a story was spun around you like a web.

How many times would I throw this away before I realized it was what I had been looking for all along?

Whether it was power they sought, or revenge, or love-well, those were all just different forms of hunger. The bigger the hole inside you, the more desperate you became to fill it.