Nothing was ever how you wanted it to be. Not anymore. Not for me.

Maybe all crows were just creepy.

Nobody the dead man & Nobody the living Nobody is giving in & Nobody is giving Nobody hears me but just Nobody cares Nobody fears me but Nobody just stares Nobody belongs to me & Nobody remains No Nobody knows nothing All that remains are remains

There is a point. I don't know what it is, but everything I've had, and everything I've lost, and everything I felt-it meant something. Maybe there isn't a meaning to life. Maybe there's only a meaning to living. That's what I've learned. That's what I'm going to be doing from now on. Living. And loving, as sappy as it sounds

Suffering has been stronger than all other teaching, and has taught me to understand what your heart used to be.

The Sisters were Southern Baptist, and they went to church on Saturdays and Sundays, and most other days, too.

Yeah, right. The things that I'm afraid of? You wouldn't even believe." "You're afraid to trust me.