“My thoughts are stars I cannot fathom into constellations.”

“Not a lot of people know what it feels like to be angry, in your bones. I mean, they understand. Foster parents, everybody understands - for awhile. Then, they want the angry little kid to do something he knows he can’t do: move on. So after awhile they stop understanding. They send the angry kid to a boys home. I figured it out too late. You gotta learn to hide the anger, practice smiling in the mirror. It’s like putting on a mask.”