I can't tell the difference," I said. "Between not fighting and giving up.

i never pegged you for a fan of the obvious, sam", "i'm not, otherwise, i would've said, 'hey, shouldn't you be in school ?'", "touche

It was a life I didn’t want to leave behind.It was a life I didn’t want to forget.

Rilke says: Verweilung, auch am Verstrautesten nicht, ist uns gegeben - We are not allowed to linger, even with what is most intimate.

Somewhere fate laughs in her far-off country, because now I am the human and it is Grace I will lose again and again, immer wieder, always the same, every winter, losing more of her each year, unless I find a cure.

If that moment had been a real thing, it would've been a butterfly, flapping and fluttering toward the sun.

You're not going to die," I told her, lifting my head to look at her. "I'm not done writing songs about you yet.