There are no windows within the dark house of depression through which to see others, only mirrors.

After that we tried thirty-nine times to stand together on the tube until we finally did. It was fun. I liked the falling part, and holding hangs. Relationships were so easy when all you had to work on was standing up together.

There are no windows within the dark house of depression through which to see others, only mirrors.

But love, like a mushroom high compared with the buzz from cheap weed, outlasts grief.

I learned another thing, which is that just because someone is eating the ashes of your protagonist doesn't mean you stop telling the story.

It bothered me in a kind of Charles Manson way to have a brown smear of blood on my wall but I also liked it because every time I looked at it I was reminded that I was, at that very moment, not bleeding from my face. And those are powerful words of hope, really.

It’s hard to grieve in a town where everything that happens is God’s will. It’s hard to know what to do with your emptiness when you’re not supposed to have emptiness.