Every family is a conspiracy of heartbreak, and thus a family traveling together becomes a small band of smugglers. You wait and wait. One of you smokes and another of you hates it. The people who go by probably belong here and have ordinary lives. Then the train stutters and rolls off. Customs agents pass through the train like a combine through a field. Instead of a heart you have a rabbit in your chest. But it's no use. They come and go. You'll never be discovered. It will always be this way.
- William Matthews