And that was the closest I've ever come to an epiphany.

A person's relationship with food is one of their most important relationships.

It’s a huge thing, this Shift, just as big as I imagined. My brain doesn’t want to think anymore; all of a sudden it wants to do.

Dad nods, looks me dead in the eyes; slowly and regretfully, he banishes all the smiling and joking from his face, and for once he's just my dad, watching his son who has fallen so low.

People don't make good Anchors, though, Craig. They change.

Life can't be cured, but it can be managed.

I found myself jealous of the people who wrote the books. They were dead and they were still taking up my time. Who did they think they were?