Because this is what happens when you try to run from the past. It just doesn’t catch up, it overtakes … blotting out the future.

But when you're alone in the world, really alone, you have no choice but to be open to suggestions.

There comes a time when the world gets quiet and the only thing left is your own heart. So you'd better learn the sound of it. Otherwise you'll never understand what it's saying.

It was always late at night, when everything and everyone else was quiet, that those voices would rise like ghosts, soft and haunting, filling your mind until sleep finally came.

Right now, though, I wanted not to think forward or backward, but only to lose myself in the words.

This was always the problem with my mother and me, I suddenly realized. There were so many things we thought we agreed on, but anythign can have two meanings. Like sides of a coin, it just matters how it falls.

…You don’t want the best of times to be just one thing, forever. You have to have a lot of bests of times, each one topping the last. You know?