It reminded him of the truth—who he really was, and the fact that no matter how far he ran, his past would be right there with him.

Just be yourself. You don't have to put on an act."
"To be myself, I have to put on an act," Ginny said bitterly.
"What's that mean?"
"It means I don't know who I am.

I don't know where I belong, so I'm free. No one's got a hold on me.

He was going to hell in the old hand basket, and he decided that maybe he would take someone with him.

I'm a stranger in my own life.

The PRI is going to have a tremendous identity crisis. It's an internal cataclysm for them.