what i really want - and what i never get - is to be appreciated. do you know what it’s like to work so hard to make sure everyone’s happy, and to have not a single person recognize it

I know so many last words. But I will never know hers.

I'm not saying that everything is survivable. Just that everything except the last thing is.

She’s the kind of person who either dies tragically at twenty-seven, like Jimi Hendrix and Janis Joplin, or else grows up to win, like, the first-ever Nobel Prize for Awesome.

They were angry, I thought. Horrified. These teenagers, with their hormones, making out beneath a video broadcasting the shattered voice of a former father.

…God, it’s over. Takumi, you gotta stop stealing other people’s problems and get some of your own.

But you want to see shapes; you want to see stories, so you pick them out of the sky.