How it seemed like you could see everything, but certain things were blocked out, hidden.

Home wasn't a set house, or a single town on a map. It was wherever the people who loved you were, whenever you were together.

Once, this had been the life I’d wanted. Even chosen. Now, though, I couldn’t believe that there had been a time when this kind of monotony and silence, this most narrow of existences, had been preferable. Then again, once, I’d never known anything else.

This is exactly what i wanted, as commitments had never really been my thing. And it wasn't like it was hard, either. The only trick was never giving more than you were willing to lose.

I've given lots of people chances. But there's only so much faith you can have in people.

You can never be sure of anyone until you're close enough to see them clearly.

Yeah. I mean, acknowledging is easy. Something happened or it didn't. But understanding... that's where things get sticky.