If singing were a feeling it would be this, this light, this lifting, like laughing.

How is it possible, I think, to change so much and not be able to change anything at all?

This is the first day of my new beginning. From now on I'm going to do things right. I'm going to be a different person, a good person. I'm going to be the kind of person who would be remembered well, not just remembered.

That's the thing about best friends. That's what they do. They keep you from spinning off the edge.

The second time my world exploded, it was also because of a word. A word that worked its way out of my throat and danced onto and out of my lips before I could think about it, or stop it. The question was: Will you meet me tomorrow? And the word was: Yes.

Now, after so many years, I understand what the Coldness was and where it came from—this sense that everything is lost, and worthless, and meaningless.

That's the thing: We didn't really care. A world without love is also a world without stakes.