Not even Carol knows firsthand how it feels to be hurt in such a way by someone who's supposed to protect you

Clear. Cold. Empty. Like how I feel right now. Love is strange. One minute you’re jungle fever. The next you’re Artic winter.

Faces ...I ...don't ...know ...the real ...me

No one teaches you how to walk away from someone who you know loves you. NO one teaches you how to say good-bye.

Just keep on shining that light. The rest will take care of itself.

I mean, if you're gonna purposely lose your mind, you want to get it back some day. Don't you? Okay, maybe not.

Coyotes hunt in packs, and so do assholes.