Sometimes, I look outside, and I think that a lot of other people have seen this snow before. Just like I think that a lot of other people have read those books before. And listened to those songs. I wonder how they feel tonight.

Even if we don't have the power to choose where we come from, we can still choose where we go from there.

I didn't know that other people thought things about me. I didn't know that they looked.

I don’t know if you’ve ever felt like that. That you wanted to sleep for a thousand years. Or just not exist. Or just not be aware that you do exist. Or something like that. I think wanting that is very morbid, but I want it when I get like this. That’s why I’m trying not to think. I just want it all to stop spinning.

Sam has brown hair and very, very pretty green eyes. The kind of green that doesn't make a big deal about itself.

I don't know if it's better to be close with your daughter or make sure that she has a better life than you do.

I wonder what it will be like when I leave this place.