« I locked in me this strange feeling of both feeling the world slipping under my feet and a hand in mine, and knowing that if I fell, at least, I would not fall alone... »

« I was embarrassed, yet there was nothing. I was pretty proud that we only had the minimum. It made our moves easier. David was opening another closet. Empty. - Maclean, your kitchen is completely empty! -But we have everything we need, I swear. He seemed skeptical. "Finally, except thyme," I said. Look, my dad works at the restaurant and we don't cook much at home. - You don't even have glass dishes! How do you do if you have to cook a chicken or a roast? - I buy a tray in aluminum, pardi! New look stunned. What's going on? I resumed. Have you ever packed glass dishes? They're chipping, or worse, breaking! (...) - Don't take this the wrong way, but I think it's sad. -No, why? It's organized. - You're talking about an excuse. It's like you're on the way out all the time. (...) - Anything. -I'm serious, Maclean. Is that how it is all over your house? I mean, if I open the drawers in your room, I'll only see two pairs of jeans, right? - No way you're opening my drawers, but the answer is no. Anyway, if you're interested, we had more stuff before. But every time we moved, I realized that we were using almost nothing, so I limited. (...) - Have you moved often? He asked me. - Not too much. As he did not seem convinced, I added: - I have been living with Dad for two years ... and this is our fourth shack, I believe. - Four cities in two years? - Obviously, said like that ... »

« I understood Harriet. When life is suddenly too beautiful, we are afraid that the universe will restore its good old balance as dry. Happiness attracts unhappiness, what is lost is found, and so on. »