We'd need a miracle," he says. "A real one. Do you think those happen anymore?

Life needed a fast forward button. Because there were days you just don't want to live through, not again, but they kept coming around and you were powerless to stop time or speed it up or do anything to keep from having to face it.

Forgetting isn't enough. You can paddle away from the memories and think they are gone. But they will keep floating back, again and again and agian. They circle you, like sharks. Until, unless, something, someone? Can do more than just cover the wound.

It's as if once you hit high school, you're programmed, like a robot, to be an asshole to your parents.

The one thing that could never die or be buried was my loyalty to Cameron for everything he’d done for me and what we’d been through together, even if that loyalty was a ghost.

I wonder how you're supposed to know the exact moment when there's no more hope.

Sitting and waiting for something to happen was the worst kind of torture.