I learned that there is good in this world, if you look hard enough for it. I learned that not everyone is disappointing, including me, and that a 1,257 bump in the ground can feel higher than a bell tower if you're standing next to the right person.

No more winter at all. Finch, you brought me spring.

Hope you're keeping the dust out of your eyes and your feet off the ground.

It's my experience that people are a lot more sympathetic if they can see you hurting.

I should be happy, but instead I feel nothing. I feel a lot of nothing these days. I've cried a few times, but mostly I'm empty, as if whatever makes me feel and hurt and laugh and love has been surgically removed, leaving me hollowed out like a shell.

We are all alone, trapped in these bodies and our own minds, and whatever company we have in this life is only fleeting and superficial.

Right before my eyes, I could see my life going away from me and there was nothing I could do.