Looking at her is like waking up.

Honesty leads to peace.

Eric called Al's suicide brave, and he was wrong. My mother's death was brave. I remember how calm she was, how determined. It isn't just brave that she died for me; it is brave that she did it without announcing it, without hesitation, and without appearing to consider another option.

And sometimes, if you want the truth, you have to demand it.

Don’t tell me you’re going to eat a mashed-potato sandwich

Please. They're like the Cult of Four.

He should be the one to die, part of me thinks. I don't want to lose him, another part argues. I don't know which part to believe.