The truth is, sometimes too much can happen in a relationship, and then there's nothing anyone can do or say. It's broken.

Wounds are like water set to boil - they heal best left unwatched.

There's the tree with the branches that everyone sees, and then there's the upside-down root tree, growing the opposite way. So Earth is the branches, growing in opposing but perfect symmetry. The branches don't think much about the roots, and maybe the roots don't think much about the branches, but all the time, they're connected by the trunk, you know?

I wondered if the person who really loves you is the person who knows all your stories, the person who WANTS to know all your stories.

Liz looks at the tissue box, which is decorated with drawings of snowmen engaged in various holiday activities. One of the snowmen is happily placing a smiling rack of gingerbread men in an oven. Baking gingerbread men, or any cooking for that matter, is probably close to suicide for a snowman, Liz thinks. Why would a snowman voluntarily engage in an activity that would in all likelihood melt him? Can snowmen even eat? Liz glares at the box.

In the end, the end of a life only matters to friends, family, and other folks you used to know. For everyone else, it's just another end.

i've made room for you, she said. if you want it, there's room.