Come find me, Leo put in, his gaze full of understanding. Whenever you want. I'll be here.

Summer-induced stupidity. That was the diagnosis.

It struck me then how much the past - not just the past but history and family - was like the ocean tide. It was always the same ocean, but the waves made it fresh and new each time.

I watched the land for as long as I could, until it disappeared behind its shawl of mist, and until I had it fixed in my mind - unchanged, mysterious and beautiful

My skin prickled and I looked back at the ocean. None of us ask for the things we inherit they are thrust upon us, willy-nilly. Like The Marine, I suddenly understood. Mom and I weren't trespassing. This house was ours. This view was ours. And that seemed as absurd and unreal as the stories Sailor Hat had spun for me on the ferry.

I couldn't think. The basics of my life seemed altered and thrown into question. After all, our families--our ancestors--are our identities. Biology is destiny. I'm not who you think I am, I had said to T.J. the last time I'd seen him. Maybe I wasn't who I'd thought I was either.

...Promises are more dangerous then secrets.

When people went on vacation, they shed their home skins, thought they could be a new person.

By not asking too much, you can believe in almost anything..like..a starry night in the mountains, or even the existence of fate.