‘I have to believe there's a way. There has to be a way to step off the carousel, to start again, to start fresh. There has to be a way to leave all my ghosts behind. It's a choice. It's a choice I'm making. To move forward. To move past this. I can do that. I can do that.’
‘He was the love of my life. He was. I doubt I'll ever love another man the way I loved him. I'm certain I won't. How could I? But he's gone. That's the point, isn't it? He's gone, and I'm here, and, uh... I'm here.’
"Nie tracąc nadziei trzeba powoli rozplątywać zasupłane nitki. Choćby sprawa wyglądała beznadziejnie, zawsze gdzieś znajdzie się jakiś luźny koniec. Gdy wokół jest ciemno, pozostaje tylko spokojne czekanie, aż oczy przywykną do mroku."