This is how we are protecting you, by getting you out.

Doing what's right should be easy. It shouldn't be just another big mess like everything else.

I don't know how much time passes with us just lying there, just feeling that the other is really there, really true, really alive, feeling the safety of him, his weight against mine, the roughness of his fingers touching my face, his warmth and his smell and the dustiness of his clothes, and we barely speak.

I wish I had a hundred years, she said, very quietly. A hundred years I could give to you.

Time goes on, even when yer not looking.

What a sad thing men are. Can’t do nothing good without being so weak we have to mess it up. Can’t build something up without tearing it down.

Here is the boy, drowning.