"i sat in my bedroom, in the back of the house, facing backs of things. fences, other people's yards. .... it was the same gray and white light, the television, as the sky outside, the rain on the windows. .... i didn't feel like i would go anywhere anymore, like california. i knew i'd stay here in the back of the house, facing the backs of things."
- excerpt from the novel Anywhere But Here by Mona Simpson