We all fall but that's not what matters. What matters is picking yourself up again.

I'll do it, Todd," I whisper. "I'll come with you." And he doesn't say anything, just squeezes my hand harder and brings it up to his face like he wants to breathe me in.

Nobody has to tell nobody nothing,” I say, taking another step forward. “You never were a poet, were you, Todd?” he says.

That's the thing I'm learning about being thrown out on yer own. Nobody does nothing for you. If you don't change it, it don't get changed.

And changing for the better doesn't mean that he's ever going to reach good.

Worst is the one who knows better and does nothing.

Here I am. Here we are. Here we go. Here is all that matters.