I rubbed the scar on my skin. It felt like the truth.

We don't get to chose what is true. We only get to choose what we do about it.

Running to stand still
-Lena

I wouldn't know where to start."
"He who chooses the beginning of the road chooses the place it leads to."
"Thoreau?"
"Harry Emerson Fosdick...

There’s nothing to try, Ethan. It’s over. It’s too late.” She barely whispered, but it felt like she was shouting.

Some things are private, Ethan. Even for grown-ups.