The past is in us, and not behind us. Things are never over. — Tim Winton

She was sick of conversations with people passing through. Nothing you said to each other mattered a damn because you'd never see them again.

It's a survival thing, making yourself a small target.

Though it seemed so beautiful, the world around us was eternally dangerous. The price of spiritual freedom, we learnt, was eternal vigilance. Such a high price for so long.