“I have made you some things, for when you get back. I understand now, all the baking you sent me, stale and crumbled in brown paper and rough twine. Now youre away and I am here. So I will make and...”

“Toxemia. A word that starts so harsh and ends so gently.”

“Etta, it could be everything, it could be nothing, what you’re making up. You shouldn’t let that bother you.”

“Love, like madness, can only fill the models that society makes available.”

“PTSD in its rawest form is a death sentence which causes many veterans and others to execute themselves in hope to be free.”

“That millions of people share the same forms of mental pathology does not make these people sane.”