I can’t imagine what it would be like to have had her company in my head—the comfort that would’ve brought.

But my hand has been clenched into a fist for three years now; it's frozen shut.

You forget, time doesn't exist anymore. You gave it to me.

I know. So, I was angry with you. I didn't know why. I was angry with the world. I did know why. I hated all my therapists for being useless. I was this little ball of self-destructive fury, and none of them could do anything but tell me that I was a little ball of self-destructive fury. [...] I knew I was angry. Tell me what to do with that anger, please.

The whole night had been a mistake. It's not going to let me rewind. Or unmake the mistakes I've made.Or the promises I've mad. Or have her back. Or have me back.

It feels like the city is telling secrets down here, privy only to those who think to listen.

Accidents. It's all about the accidents.