I have always envied people who believe strongly in religion, people who could face a tragedy by praying and know that it would be all right. As unscientific as it seems, well, it would be nice to lay the responsibilities and pain on someone else's larger shoulders.

I always hated when my scars started to fade, because as long as I could still see them, I knew why I was hurting.

If I have gained anything over these months, it is the knowledge there is no starting over- only living with the mistakes you've made.

And just like that, something inside shifted very subtly, so that all the empty spaces in him suddenly disappeared, so that his breath timed to hers, so that his blood sang. This is why there was music, he realized. There were some feelings that just didn’t have words big enough to describe them.

Until this moment, I had not realized that someone could break your heart twice, along the very same fault lines.

Who spit in your porridge?

When your existence is hell, death must be heaven.