anything, anything is possible, if you can just see the sky.

The tunnels may be long, and twisted, and dark; but you are supposed to go through them.

I don't understand how everything changes, how the layers of your life get buried. Impossible. At some point, at some time, we must all explode.

This is the past: It drifts, it gathers. If you are not careful, it will bury you.

Love obeys no laws other than its own.

For a second I think about how easy it would be to pass back to the other side, to walk straight into the laboratories and offer myself up to the surgeons. You were right; I was wrong. Get it out.

There were days I asked for it-prayed for it when I went to sleep. The belief that I would see you again, that I could find you-the hope for it-was the only thing that kept me going.