We were willing to do so much for the people we loved, even if it meant hurting ourselves. Maybe that, in the end, was what love- all kinds- was really about.

You’re always a kid around your parents… Unless they’re acting like children. Then you don’t get the chance.

Only a weak person needed someone else around all the time.

It was like reaching for someone's hand, then missing their fingers, or even their arm, and hitting their shoulder instead. But no matter. You hang on tight anyway.

Family isn’t something that’s supposed to be static, or set. People marry in, divorce out. They’re born, they die. It’s always evolving, turning into something else.

After everything that happened, how could I miss him? But I did, I did.

I bet you can't eat ten bananas!" "I bet you're right.