If you didn't remember something happening, was it because it never had happened? Or because you wished it hadn't?

I don't know what it is about death that makes it so hard. I suppose it's the one-sided communication; the fact that we never get to ask our loved one if she suffered, if she is happy wherever she is now...if she is somewhere. It's the question mark that comes with death that we can't face, not the period.

Just 'cause you can't see me don't mean I gone away.

I realized it was like looking into the sun—you shouldn't do it, because you'd turn your face away and be blind to everything else.

The bigger the hole inside you, the more desperate you became to fill it.

Accidents did not just happen. From time to time they were carefully plotted, calculated, and arranged to one’s advantage-all, of course, under the cloak of happenstance.

There's a lot of things you can't see if you aren't' looking.