I'm so tired of missing things I don't have.

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

The little things that happen. Sometimes they're insignificant; other times, they change everything.

I`m surrounded by people and feel alone.

It's like the piano and the cello are being poured into my body, the same way the IV and blood transfusions are. And the memories of my life as it was, and the flashes of it as it might be, are coming so fast and furious. I feel like I can no longer keep up with them but they keep coming and everything is colliding, until I cannot take anymore. Until I cannot be like this a second longer.

It was selfish what I asked her to do, even if it wound up being the most unselfish thing I've ever done.

Saba used to say there was a difference between bravery and courage. Bravery was doing something dangerous without thinking. Courage was walking into danger, knowing full well the risks.