"Being in a family is like living inside a tornado. Sometimes you're spun around, sometimes you're spit outside the tornado all by yourself, and sometimes you're able to join hands with someone inside of it and wait the whole darn thing out."
"I don't know how else to handle it. I work, I talk to people, I walk, I see you and Polly and Aunt Janet, but there are moments when I'm stark lonely. Other moments when I think my loneliness will eat me alive. And sometimes it's vaguely there, hanging around, waiting to go away, maybe on a trip somewhere, and often I'm not lonely at all and feel happy to be alive."
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