All those clean, fresh starts had made me forget what it was like, until now, to be messy and honest and out of control. To be real.

Grieving doesn't make you imperfect. It makes you human.

I'd seen another shade of him, and if it had been light where we were now, he'd have seen the same of me. So I was grateful, as I had been so often in my life, for the dark.

There's this other half of him I don't know of, it's like he is trying to keep it a secret... if he would just let me inside so I can help.

The only trick was never giving more that you were willing to lose.

Sometimes it seems safer to hold it all in, where the only person who can judge is yourself.

You knew the truth all along, Colie. That's all matters. You knew.