He knows bad days. Bad days take him completely by surprise. They make him not trust the good days because it's likely something is lurking twenty-four hours away.
I’m scared I’m going to spend the rest of my life in a state of yearning, regardless of where I am.
Our spirit is mightier than the filth of our memories.
This is war," he say quietly. "Well thank God you're dressed for it, Griggs.
I’m frightened that one morning there will not be enough to keep me going.
No," I say, looking up at Griggs. "It's actually because my heart belongs to someone else." And if I could bottle the look on his face, I'd keep it by my bedside for the rest of my life.