Imagine who she would be if we unleashed her onto the world. I think she would rip the breath from all of us.

We don't even love each other. I do a bit, you know. You do what a bit? You know. Like you...whatever...love you a bit. I think I kind of love you too.

It is what a man does for strangers that counts more than what he does for his family.

You're going to set us all on fire, you homicidal feral fruitcake.

She knows that feeling too. Of believing that each time someone says her name, it’s to tell her that something bad has happened.

Instinct tells me to go to Hannah's, but she doesn't live there anymore and that's when I realize the major difference between my mother and Hannah. My mother deserted me at the 7-Eleven, hundred of kilometers away from home. Hannah, however, did the unforgivable. She deserted me in our own backyard.

The truth doesn't set you free, you know. It makes you feel awkward and embarrassed and defenseless and red in the face and horrified and petrified and vulnerable.