There is nothing wrong with compromising. Even if you compromise almost everything.

You will remember when a bird crashed through the window and fell to the floor. You will remember, those of you who were there, how it jerked its wings before dying, and left a spot of blood on the floor after it was removed. But who among you was first to notice the negative bird it left in the window? Who first saw the shadow that the bird left behind, the shadow that drew blood from any finger that dared to trace it, the shadow that was better proof of the bird's existence than the bird ever was?

It’s hard to say goodbye to the place you’ve lived. It can be as hard as saying goodbye to a person.

I never confused what I had with what I was.

I try not to remember the life that I didn’t want to lose but lost and have to remember

I realized that your mother couldn't see the emptiness, she couldn't see anything...All of the words I'd written to her over all of those years, had I never said anything to hear at all?

I'm sorry for my inability to let unimportant things go, for my inability to hold on to the important things.