You stood over me and you made a promise to me, as sacred as any vow. And I can understand why you're angry, but you can't blame me. You can't hate me for taking your word.

Suddenly, it's all too much. Bryn and the bump watch. Vanessa with my high school yearbook. The idea that nothing's sacred. Everything's fodder. That my life belongs to anyone but me.

The music is the void. And you're the reason why.

Neither sleet nor rain nor a half inch of snow will compel me to dress like a lumberjack.

Whoever said that the past isn't dead had it backward. It's the future that's already dead, already played out.

In the calculus of feelings, you never really know how one person's absence will affect you more than another's.

I just wanted to tell you that I understand if you go. It’s okay if you have to leave us. It’s okay if you want to stop fighting.