It's so easy to get caught up in what people expect of you. Sometimes, you can just lose yourself.

During the long stretches of quiet two-lane highway, with the sun setting in the distance, it was somehow easier to say things aloud, and regardless of what was said, we just kept moving toward that horizon.

Wake up, Caitlin, Mr. Lensing had said. But what he didn't under­stand was that this dreamland was preferable, walking through this life half-sleeping, everything at arm's length or farther away.

You can't just turn your heart off like a faucet; you have to go to the source and dry it out, drop by drop.

Growing up means :propelling yourself forward into whatever lies ahead, one turn of the wheel at a time.

Some things you don't have to tell. Some things, between sisters, are understood.

An empty frame, in which the picture is always changing, makes a statement about how time is always passing. It doesn't really stop, even in a single image. I t just feels that way.