We don't know who we are until we see what we can do.

An idyllic childhood is probably illusion.

You can never do enough for the dead. You search around for comfort but there is no comfort; there never was and never will be. There is only a gradual wearing away of the sharp edges, so that you don't feel ambushed at every turn, as if you saw the dead suddenly rounding the corner.

I cleared my throat - it isn't frogs you get in your throat; it's memories.

Most people see what they want to, or at least what they expect to.

Before you hate something you should try to understand it.

Talking's just a nervous habit.