Hurt tends to drown out sorry.

me: you know what sucks about love? o.w.g.: what? me: that it's so tied to the truth. I know it sucks, but in a way, it's good....Love and truth being tied together, I mean. They make each other possible, you know?

And on the last day, the bad days become so difficult to recall, because one way or another, she had made a life here, just as I had. The town was paper, but the memories were not. All the things I’d done here, all the love and pity and compassion and violence and spite, kept welling up inside me.

That's the thing about pain, it demands to be felt.

I think if you keep the box closed long enough you do kill the cat, actually.

Indiana,’ he said. ‘They steal the land from the Indians and leave the name, yes?

There's a place in the brain for knowing what cannot be remembered.