“Why couldn't she be part of that family? rent a room in someone else's life.”

“She couldn't remember the last time she hugged someone, really hugged someone.”

“She had thought she was going to save her mother, and now there was going to be nothing for her to do but sit by her mother's bedside, hold her limp hand, and home someone else, somewhere else, would be able to do what she couldn't.”

“Why should I give someone else such power over my life?”

“Visions are worth fighting for. Why spend your life making someone else's dreams?”

“If you don't turn your life into a story, you just become a part of someone else's story.”

“My arm was not what she needed, but the arm of someone else. My warmth was not what she needed, but the warmth of someone else.”

“… how many times… have they caught anti-gay advocates of "family values" cheating on their wives (often illegally) with prostitutes, on drugs, having gay sex or sharing a hotel room with a rent boy? It happens so often now that it's almost expected any time someone seems to protest too much.”

“The sweetest part of being a couple is sharing your life with someone else.
But my life, evidently, had not been good enough to share.”

“Why should he remember her? Why should she remember him? She had other things to think about. She was a grown woman. She had to face life. Even if all life had to show her was a locked door, and behind the locked door, no room.”