There was, like, this black hole where the world used to be, and we were both falling toward it. What could we hold on to?

When I wake up the next morning, there's a Hershey's Kiss sitting on the table beside me.

Nothing makes us love something more than the loss of it.

I thought I knew what loneliness was before he found me, but I had no clue. You don't know what real loneliness is until you've known the opposite.

It's hard to plan for what comes next when what comes next is not something you planned for.

He asks me what happened to my leg. I told him I was shot by a shark. He doesn't react. Doesn't seem confused or amused or anything. Like getting shot by a shark is a perfectly natural thing in the aftermath of the arrival.

There are those who labor in the darkness, that the rest of us might live in the light.