And I felt more like me than I ever had, as if the years I’d lived so far had formed layers of skin and muscle over myself that others saw as me when the real...

Sometimes in this life, only one or two opportunities are put before us and we must seize them no matter the risk.

Dat’s what they say of this cauntry back home, Kath: ‘America, the land of milk and honey.’ Bot they never tell you the milk’s gone sour and the honey’s stolen.

He tried to remember her ever being this way before. In her voice–almost overexuberant–was not simply holiday cheer but joyous relief, like some terminally ill patient who’s just been told she’s not sick anymore.

One of the things I learned about writing a memoir is you can’t drag the reader through everything. Every human life is worth 20 memoirs.