The depression belongs to all of us. I think of the family down the road whose mother was having a baby and they went around the neighborhood saying, "We're pregnant." I want to go around the neighborhood saying, "We're depressed." If my mum can't get out of bed in the morning, all of us feel the same. Her silence has become ours, and it's eating us alive.

When a woman has not received much flattery in her life, she will be seduced.

I recognise Santangelo's dad, who saves police brutality for when he gets to his son.

I look over to the other side of the road and watch Griggs as he walks. It’s a lazy walk but so full of confidence that you want to be standing behind him all the way.

Those full of fear were the most dangerous of people.

What’s the difference between a trip and a journey?" "Narnie, my love, when we get there, you’ll understand.

She comes from the school of getting it out of your system, whereas he comes from the school of stewing over it.