At least he's alive and well. I love him enough that I want that. I want him to have what's best for him." She sighed. "I just don't want to stick around to watch.

I bit a pillow. Or two.

It's not what you are. It's what you do.

I struggled to find the words to name the feelings that flooded through me, but I had no words strong enough to hold them. For a long moment, I drowned in them. When I surfaced, I was not the same man I had been. My life was an unending, unchanging midnight. It must, by necessity, always be midnight for me. So how was it possible that the sun was rising now, in the middle of my midnight?

Sometimes ideas feel like they were already there, and that you're just discovering them.

I’m afraid you’re going to have to make a choice.

If this is how you’re going to react, I’ll freak out more often.