...the reason you can never go home again isn't necessarily that places change, but that people do.

“I used to think that's what love was: knowing someone so well he was like a par…”

“I'm overwhelmed with sadness for everything that was lost, and filled with ange…”

“We dont know anything about anyone," she says. "Don't you get that yet? You don…”

“You see, I was looking for answers then. I still wanted to know why. As though …”