If you want something, if you take it for your own, you'll always be taking it from someone else.
Grief is like sinking, like being buried.
They didn’t get me, I should have said. They saved me.
Why couldn't you let me have it? Why did you have to take it? Why did you always take everything?
I wonder whether she was sorry for leaving us behind.
Be honest: Are you surprised that I didn't realize sooner? Are you surprised that it took me so long to even /think/ the word -- death? Dying? Dead? Do you think I was being stupid? Naive? Try not to judge. Remember that we're the same, you and me. I thought I would live forever too.