That's the paradox of loss: How can something that's gone weigh us down so much?
I could not remember my first kiss, but I could have told you Charlotte would be my last.
When your existence is hell, death must be heaven.
The bigger the hole inside you, the more desperate you became to fill it.
You know how sometimes, your life is so perfect you’re afraid for the next moment, because it couldn’t possibly be quite as good? That’s what it felt like.
Oh,that's right. You're a...what did you call it? Ah, a ghost hunter. You don't have to see things to believe them." Adam's gaze locked onto the persecutor's. "Maybe you've got that backward," he said. "Maybe it's just that I believe things you cant see.