What is the real question is not whether to be, but how to be?

If I stay. If I live. It’s up to me. All this business about medically induced comas is just doctor talk. It’s not up to the doctors. It’s not up to the absentee angels. It’s not even up to God who, if He exists, is nowhere around right now. It’s up to me.

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

I know that all the magic kisses in the world probably couldn't have helped him today. But I would do anything to have been able to give him one.

In the middle of L.A.'s sunny non-winter, I need to sit in a dark closet to feel right.

Letting go. Everyone talks about it like it's the easiest thing. Unfurl your fingers one by one until your hand is open.

If you stay, I'll do whatever you want. I'll quit the band, go with you to New York. But if you need me to go away, I'll do that, too. I was talking to Liz and she said maybe coming back to your old life would be too painful, that maybe it'd be easier for you to erase us. And that would suck, but I'd do it. I can lose you like that if I don't lose you today. I'll let you go. If you stay.