How can you seperate those things though? The people are the place is the people.

What about the rest of your life?" She shrugged. "What about it?" "Aren't you worried about, like, forever?" "Forever is composed of nows," she says.

Maybe there is something you're afraid to say, or someone you're afraid to love, or somewhere you're afraid to go. It's gonna hurt. It's gonna hurt because it matters.

She taught me everything I knew about crawfish and kissing and pink wine and poetry. She made me different.

there is no shortage of fault to be found amid our stars

And yet still I worried. I like being a person. I wanted to keep at it. Worry is yet another side effect of dying.

That smile could end wars and cure cancer.