it'll be this kind of deep blue”she said. “The kind of color that somehow sucks your eyes and your ears and all your words —the color of a completely closed-in night

It didn't matter whether he was nearby or far away. His image would drift up into your mind just when you least expected it, shocking you, making your chest pound. Making your heart ache.

I felt how important the simplest things were, like feeling proud, finding something funny, stretching yourself, retreating into yourself.

When things get really bad, you take comfort in the placeness of a place.

Although I was raised with love, I was always lonely.

I was happy. I loved the night, I loved t so much it almost hurt. In the night everything seemed possible. I wasn't sleepy at all.

Over and over, we begin again.