It's such a colossal effort not to be haunted by what's lost, but to be enchanted by what was.

Grief is forever. It doesn't go away; it becomes part of you, step for step, breath for breath.

This is what I want: I want to grab my brother’s hand and run back through time, losing years like coats falling from our shoulders.

Let me just unsubscribe to my own mind already, because I don't get any of it.

I didn't know love felt like this, like turning into brightness.

I always imagined music trapped inside my clarinet, not trapped inside of me. But what if music is what escapes when a heart breaks?

Our tongues have fallen madly in love and gotten married and moved to Paris.