Sometimes it’s heartbreaking to see your siblings as the people they’ve become. Maybe that’s why we all stay away from each other as a matter of course.

At some point, being angry is just another bad habit, like smoking, and you keep poisoning yourself without thinking about it.

I’m living in separate universes, and I have no idea where I actually belong.

You lost your wife, Douglas. My heartbreaks for you, it really does. But I lose my husband every day, all over again. And I don’t even get to mourn.

I loved her for the way she embraced the unknown, how she opened herself up to every experience. When I was with her, she opened me up, too, stirred my passion and heightened my every sensation. Which was great, until she left me and all my heightened senses to deal with the heartache of losing her.

Even under the best of circumstances, there's just something so damn tragic about growing up.

...you realize that you don't understand yourself any better than you understand anyone else.