Denial: my family heritage. If you don't ask the questions, the truth will never inconvenience you.

We can't hold on to anyone or anything, you know. We lose everything except that which we carry within us.

Everyone always talks about how well mothers know their children. No one ever seems to notice how well children know their mothers.

When you're young it's easy to confuse passion for love.

Others of us are lost. We're forever seeking. We torture ourselves with philosophies and ache to see the world. We question everything, even our own existence. We ask a lifetime of questions and are never satisfied with the answers because we don't recognize anyone as an authority to give them. We see life and the world as an enormous puzzle that we might never understand, that our questions might go unanswered until the day we die, almost never occurs to us. And when it does, it fills us with dread.

People who stay in the same town with the same friends for their entire lives never get a chance to find out who they can really be, because they will always be considered as who they were.

You can cut the ties that bind but not without losing a part of yourself. You can walk away and hide from the people who made you, but you'll always hear them calling your name.