She was not crying Which surprised me very much But I understand now That she had found places For her melancholy That were behind more masks Than only her eyes

One day you will do things for me that you hate. That is what it means to be family.

Why didn't he say goodbye? I gave myself a bruise. Why didn't he say 'I love you'?

I wish my days could be washed away like the chalk lines of my days.

I'm a vegetarian. You're a what? I don't eat meat. How can you not eat meat? I just don't. He says he does not eat meat. What? No meat? No meat. Steak? No... Chickens! No... And what about the sausage? No, no sausage, no meat! He says he does not eat any meat. Not even sausage? I know! What is wrong with him? What is wrong with you? Nothing, I just don't eat meat!

Can’t you even tell me if I’m on the right track?" Buckminster purred, and Dad shrugged his shoulders again. "But if you don’t tell me anything, how can I ever be right?" He circled something in an article and said, "Another way of looking at it would be, how could you ever be wrong?

I hated myself for going, why couldn't I be the kind of person who stays?