But it turns out that even if I don’t talk a lot, when it’s something that matters I still have a lot to say.

And if I didn’t, I’d spend the rest of my life wondering who I could have turned into if only I’d had the guts to try.

I milked, of course, and did some work around the barn, and tried not to think about Brian, which was like trying not to breathe.

And that's where our conversation went from there, than God, both of us laughing our butts off at the thought of a hoops game between two teams on intravenous fluids. Which makes absolutely no sense at all; I know that. But that's why it cheered me up, because it was so absolutely stupid. It cheered me up more than I'd ever thought I'd be cheered up again.

I’d promised myself that I’d really work on talking more, talking about uncomfortable things, because I could see from Brian how well things could work out if you did.

She says you're not truly human until you've had your heart broken and you've broken someone's heart.

It was like he was in a contest to see who could do the least work, only he was the only contestant.