Carrie doesn't seem to talk about anything with sharp edges. Maybe she's afraid they might poke her and then she'd burst.

I know i'll screw up. But i'll keep trying, as long as you let me.

And then they kiss. Slowly, gently. Because with the right person, sometimes kissing feels like healing.

Once you read something, you can't erase it from your brain.

Captain looks at Janie closely. "Jesus, Mary, and Joseph," she says. "You're gonna have a heck of a shiner by the time the day's over. Did you black our?" "I...uh..." Janie shrugs. "I really have no idea." "Yes, I think she did." Cabel cuts in. "I'm going to need to watch her all day. And probably all night, too," he adds. Very, very seriously. The captain throws a rubber eraser at him and sends him out for coffee.

Just stand. Bend. Balance.

A trapped soul waits for redemption. It waits. And waits. For her to take her last breath.