Clothes shopping. Even death apparently wasn’t an escape. - Dennis E. Taylor

Thank God for family. And thank God for a couple thousand miles of distance. When everyone was home at the same time, I could generally take it for about half an hour before I retreated into the basement. Usually, Dad followed about ten minutes later. There’d be the mutual eye-rolling, and we’d settle down without a word, to read or watch TV. My father and I were both loners by disposition. We could sit in the same room for hours, not say five words to each other, and both be completely comfortable. It drove my mother crazy.

It seemed sometimes that life was nothing more than the accumulation of emotional baggage — memories, regrets, and lost opportunities.

when you went from not knowing something to knowing something, it changed the way you lived.