We are the choices we make. And have to make. We aren’t anything else.

A man is capable of thought. A crowd is not.

It was solitude, but it was solitude that wasn't lonely. Solitude that could sort things out. And he hadn't had that in ages.

There ain't nothing good that don't got real bad waiting to follow it.

He was still alive. Which was the worst thing that could have happened.

It's not that you should never love something so much that it can control you. It's that you need to love something that much so you can never be controlled. It's not a weakness. It's your best strength.

And you," he says, "you need to talk to your boy." He lifts my chin. "And if he needs saving, then you save him. Isn't that what you told me you did for each other?" I let go a few more tears but then I nod. "Over and over again.