The sun has just risen, weak and watery-looking, like it had just spilled itself over the horizon and is too lazy to clean itself up.

I’m sorry for everything.” Then he turns and pushes back into the woods, and he’s gone.

Stupid how the mind will try to distract itself.

It is a ruined-world, a nonsense-place.

I used to lie here like this all summer long,' I tell her. 'I'd come up here and just stare at the sky.' She rolls over on her back so she's staring up as well. 'Bet this view hasn't changed much, has it?' What she says is so simple i almost laugh. She's right, of course. 'No. This looks exactly the same.' I suppose that's the secret, If you're ever wishing for things to go back to the way they were. You just have to look up.

...into hate, into refusal, against hope and without fear

Here's another thing to remember: hope keeps you alive. Even when you're dead, it's the only thing that keeps you alive.