Jacob's room is the place entropy goes to die.

It was a catch-22: If you didn’t put the trauma behind you, you couldn’t move on. But if you did put the trauma behind you, you willingly gave up your claim to the person you were before it happened.

If it is possible to die of grief then why on earth can't someone be healed by happiness?

In this new place we've found, sometimes there aren't words, because the truth can be even more difficult than the lies.

What could it be like to find out, in a matter of minutes, that the person you believed the sun rose and set on was not the person you'd thought?

Clearly God was in some kind of mood on my birthday.

when you [lose someone], it feels like the hole in your gum when a tooth falls out. You can chew, you can eat, you have plenty of other teeth, but your tongue keeps going back to that empty place, where all nerves are still a little raw