That's when you really lose people, you know.When the pain passes.

I feel a flash of grief so intense it almost makes me cry out: not for what I lost, but for the chances I missed.

I wonder if this is how people always get close: They heal each other's wounds; they repair the broken skin.

But that's the beauty of life: time is yours to keep and to change. Just a few minutes can be sufficient to carve a new road, a new track. Just a few minutes, and the void is kept at bay. You will live forever with that new road inside of you, stretching away to a place suggested, barely, on the horizon. For the shortest time, shorter than the shortest second's breath, you get to stand up to infinity. But eventually, and always, infinity wins.

I’m sorry,” he repeats again, too low for Raven and Tack to hear. “I’m sorry for everything.

Lindsay calls them the Pugs: pretty from far away, ugly up close.

I shiver, thinking how easy it is to be totally wrong about people-to see one tiny part of them and confuse it for the whole, to see the cause and think it's the effect or vice versa