"I always find it more difficult to say the things I mean than the things I don’t."

Wisdom: what we learn after we know it all.

Let’s take care of the little things while they’re still little.

She could know the truth, accept it, and keep on quilting.

I have to say something to you right now. I have to tell the whole truth. I lied to you and I lied to me. I hid it from you because I hid it from me.

I’ve lived my life again just telling it to you.

"The things I was saying followed logically the things that I had said before, yet bore no relation to what I was thinking and feeling."

"Not all possibilities are open to us. The world is finite; our hopes spill over its rim."

"Tell me what it’s like,
to forget someone you’ve loved.
Every time I try,
I just remember better…
as if forgetting is
another way to undress you,
another way to lay you down
and lose myself in you."

Sometimes,’ he sighed, ‘I think the things I remember are more real than the things I see.’

She was saying goodbye and she didn’t even know it.

He killed himself for wanting to live.

Mistakes, mistakes, it’s all I seem capable of at times.

I could introduce myself properly, but it’s not really necessary. You will know me well enough and soon enough, depending on a diverse range of variables.

Those who don’t build must burn.

Sometimes it’s hard to believe the sun’s the same sun over all different parts of the planet.

You cannot kill what is already dead.

You can be shaped, or you can be broken. There is not much in between.

And I try to deny it, the feeling, ignore it, because I fear it more than anything.

I wasn’t trying to hurt myself. I was trying to kill myself. There’s a difference.

I’d tell you all you want and more, if the sounds I made could be what you hear.

This, I thought, is the end. One way or another, this is gonna be the end.

It’s comforting to know that bad feelings have a purpose.

This was not an ending anyone would have wanted for him, but it was the one he had chosen.