Looking for who I am is who I am.

I was wounded by a blow of love.

It's the responsibility of the survivor to tell the story.

The way I figure it, we know we got this world, so live in this one while you’re here. I figure the next one will take care of itself.

Maybe you've had skin next to your skin, but when was the last time you let yourself be touched?

I'm an old Catholic. I don't believe in anything Catholic but I do believe that Catholicism keeps me from committing suicide.

Life is a mess, Rose said. You can fix the mess human beings make, Rose said, But you can't fix the mess being human is.