" You're inside at the kitchen table wolfing cereal when she says, 'you have accomplished a great thing.'

You say, 'and what would that be, bwana?'

Meredith says, 'you're your same self.'

The truth of this flickers past you, gnat-like. For years, you've felt only half done inside, cobbled together by paper clips, held intact by gum wads and school paste. But something solid is starting to assemble inside you.

You say, 'I am my same self. That's not nothing, is it?'

That catchphrase will serve as a touchstone for years to come, an instant you'll return to after traveling the far roads. Like everything else, Meredith thought it up.

You were there solely for embellishment and witness: you were there to watch. "

― Mary Karr , Cherry