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“Sometimes, people are your family because they’re your blood. But that doesn’t mean much on its own. The realest family are the people who stand by you. Your daddy would have stood by us every day for the rest of time, if he’d gotten the chance. He’s not your blood, but he’s your daddy.
There wasn’t one of them without the other.
When you’re grown, you’ve got to fight for everything you call yours, and no one is going to make it easy for you. Nobody is going to help.
He liked the way a photograph could preserve the secret life of a person, a place. It was as if the world were offering itself continually if you would only look.
“If they’re going to look at you, then you’ve got to give them something to look at.”
There was too much you couldn’t control in life, too many terrible things. They should be happy, even if only for a little while, even just for right now.
“You think you’re through with a person, but you’re never through, not when you’ve loved someone like that.”
“Maybe your quirks are what make you who you are. Maybe you’re not supposed to be any different.
Love was regular; love was everyday.
