You can sink a thing deep, weight it down with stones, but eventually, it will surface.

Reggie smiled. ‘You haven’t changed at all.’ Tara took another pile of clothing from her bag and gave Reggie a sly grin from over the top of it. ‘Do any of us really?

How will we know if it’s changing us?” I asked. “Maybe we won’t. The biggest changes happen so slowly you hardly notice them.

And how that lady Suz was all wrong: art is not all about chaos, about taking things apart. True art, Emma will tell them, is about finding a way to make what’s broken whole.

I watched in total disbelief as my aunt began to expertly roll a joint. “What are you doing?” “Baking a pie, Jax. What does it look like I’m doing?

She places the orders for cases of frozen meat, huge cans of wax beans. She makes sure they stay.

How can you dream if you don’t have a soul?

Each photo is like a novel I can never open, Gary had explained once. I can hold it in my hand and only begin to imagine what’s inside – the lives these people might have led. Sometimes if there was a little clue on the photo – a name, date, or place – he’d try to research it...

What people don’t understand, they destroy.

For everyone out there who has the good sense to be a little afraid when swimming in deep, dark water. You tell yourself there’s nothing down there, but there is. There always is.