I know that things get worse before they get better because that’s what my psychiatrist says, but this is a worse that feels too big.

people who try to control situations all the time are afraid that if they don't, nothing will work out the way they want.

Patrick started running after the sunset. And Sam immediately followed him. And I saw them in silhouette. Running after the sun.

Patrick started driving really fast, and just before we got to the tunnel. Sam stood up, and the wind turned her dress into ocean waves. When we hit the tunnel, all the sound got scooped up into a vacuum, and it was replaced by a song on the tape player. A beautiful song called “Landslide.” When we got out of the tunnel, Sam screamed this really fun scream, and there it was. Downtown. Lights on buildings and everything that makes you wonder. Sam sat down and started laughing. Patrick started laughing. I started laughing. And in that moment, I swear we were infinite.

Part of the reason I wrote the book was I wanted to understand for myself why such good people let themselves get treated so badly.

I don't know if it's better to be close with your daughter or make sure that she has a better life than you do.

I just hope I remember to tell my kids that they are as happy as I look in my old photographs. And I hope that they believe me.