This place has its own mini version of a cafeteria, complete with a couple of old ladies in hairnets dishing out tasteless gruel from behind a counter. The food looks like it’s been sitting out for days, and there’s always a weird smell like floor wax and soggy vegetables.

Was it always this easy? All that time missing her mom, all she had to do was say something? All that time wanting, all she had to do was ask? Grace wonders how much of her life she has wasted waiting for things to come to her, too afraid to take chances, too afraid to make herself and her desires known.

What Erin wants to do with pain is fix it, make it go away, and sometimes that’s not what other people want.

People don’t just let you change identities, not unless there’s something in it for them.

Everyone’s always making fun of him and calling him crazy behind his back, but I can kind of understand how someone would end up that way. I mean, if no one ever pays attention to you telling the truth, then it probably makes sense to try lying for a change.

You get to a certain point and you just realize there’s no use in trying to pretend your normal.

Total silence would be better. Total silence I could get used to.

Humans are capable of a lot more than they know.

Me, I’m my own brand of perfect, I guess. The kind that has to work a little harder than everyone else.

She says nothing to Pastor Skinner about how Jesus fought for what he believed in, how he stood up against corrupt people in power, how he showed women kindness and respect at a time in history when they received little of either. But that is not the Jesus who Pastor Skinner is talking about. In fact, the pastor isn’t talking much about Jesus at all.