Sorry wastes time. You have to live your life like you'll never be sorry. It's easier just to do the right thing from the start so there's nothing to apologize for.

Music did that to me, just like God was supposed to, because music seemed both magic and holy.

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.

Since I stopped writing, I read more than ever. Other people's words, not my own - my words are gone.

You make me lovely, and it's so lovely to be lovely to the one I love.

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

I just sat there letting that music cover me like a big, cozy blanket.