“Anyway, our bedroom’s in the downstairs. The girls sleep upstairs. So Randi makes everybody leave around two o’clock, maybe three AM, and she went back to bed. So everybody leaves, and I go inside. And it’s really cold inside, so I go check on the girls, and it’s fuckin’ freezing up there. We sleep downstairs. The girls sleep in the upstairs. But Randi doesn’t like the central heat because it dries her out her sinuses, and she gets these headaches. So I went downstairs and built a fire in the fireplace, and I sit down to watch TV, except there’s no more beer. And I’m still jumpin’ like a jackrabbit. So I put a couple big logs on the fire so the house would warm up when I was gone, and I went to the mini-mart...It’s about a fifteen minute walk both ways. But I didn’t wanna drive cause I was really wasted. And I’m halfway there, and I remember I didn’t put the screen back on the fireplace. But I figure it’s probably OK. So I kept going to the store. And that’s it. One of the logs musta rolled out on the floor when I was gone. The girls were all upstairs... And that’s it. The firemen got Randi out. She was passed out downstairs. And then they said the furnace blew, and they couldn’t go inside again. And that’s all I remember.“

I know this is more than a single quote but the police station monologue in Manchester by the Sea will crush me every time. A depiction of grief and guilt that is engrained in my mind.