... I didn't know whether to feel angry at her for making me part of her suicide or just to feel angry at myself for letting her go.

Some people don't understand the promises they're making when they make them," I said. "Right, of course. But you keep the promise anyway. That's what love is. Love is keeping the promise anyway.

I pulled the oxygen tubes from my nostrils and raised the tube up over my head, handing it to Dad. I wanted it to be just me and just him.

The snow may be falling in the winter of my discontent, but at least I've got sarcastic company.

At least it was instant. At least there wasn't any pain." I knew he was only trying to help, but he didn't get it. There was pain. A dul endless pain in my gut that wouldn't go away even when I knelt on the stingingly frozen tile of the bathroom, dry-heaving.

It is worth it to leave behing my minor life for grander maybes.

Grief does not change you, Hazel. It reveals you.