People who are different don’t know they’re different because they have nothing to compare it to.
Maybe some people don’t get to start over.
You don’t just walk away from your parents.
People always mean well. They cluck their thick tongues and shake their heads and suggest, oh, so very delicately!
If someone’s always looking at you like you’ve done something wrong, talking to you like you’ve done something wrong, treating you like you’ve done something wrong, I mean, you start to believe that you’ve done something wrong!
We’re all in our private traps, clamped in them, and none of us can ever get out. We scratch and claw, but only at the air, only at each other. And for all of it, we never budge an inch.
We all go a little mad sometimes.
She might have fooled me, but she didn’t fool my mother.[to Milton, about Marion]
People never run away from anything.
Mother! Oh, God, Mother! Blood! Blood!
It’s the hardest thing of all, to let go of someone you love.
If you love someone, you don’t do that to them, even if you hate them. You understand, I don’t hate her. I hate what she’s become. I hate the illness.[about going away]
