In that twisted incestuous way of fate, Mia's a part of our history, and we're among the shards of her legacy.

It's a good thing Kerry's dead, because that funeral would've sent him over the edge," Henry said.

It would’ve been easier to die. It’s not that I want to be dead now. I don’t. I have a lot in my life that I get satisfaction from, that I love. But some days, especially in the beginning, it was so hard. And I couldn’t help but think that it would’ve been so much simpler to go with the rest of them. But you—you asked me to stay. You begged me to stay. You stood over me and you made a promise to me, as sacred as any vow.

Then I smell the sweat on him, a clean musky scent that I'd bottle and wear as perfume if I could.

I like French fries," I say. I like French fries? I sound like a slow child in a made-for-TV movie.

How is it possible that a boyfriend ceases to exist from one day to another?

Obey the muse, Liz said. She's a fickle mistress.