The very impulse to write springs from an inner chaos crying for order - for meaning. - Arthur Miller

Mother: What more can we be?

Chris: You can be better! Once and for all you can know there's a universe of people outside and you're responsible to it, and unless you know that you threw away your son because that's how he died.

To suffer fifty weeks of the year for the sake of a two-week vacation, when all you really desire is to be outdoors, with your shirt off.

Be loving to him. Because he’s only a little boat looking for a harbor.