Thank you,” he was whispering, “thank you, thank you.…” And then he was kissing my face, every inch of it he could find, wiping away the tears and soot, chanting my name.

Never, never, never. I am never going to forget you.

I had to be alone for a little while, but I'm okay now." "All right. But next time, don't go where I can't find you.

I think maybe the most frustrating feeling in the world is to have something to say buy not know how to put it into words. To have lived through something but not be able to get it out of you before it festers.

What I’m trying to get at is, as bad as everything seems, I think, at its heart, life is good. It doesn’t throw anything at us that it knows we can’t handle—and, even if it takes its time, it turns everything right side up again.

You are actually the worst person I have ever met.

I used to dream about turning back time, about reclaiming the things I'd lost and the person I used to be.