“Maybe it was I who needed to learn how to be quiet instead of cluttering the moment with too many words.”

“Maybe life is just a quiet affair, interspersed with moments of great happiness and grief. Maybe it is the quiet that needs to emerge again, to balance the current run of craziness.”

“Aid workers, when handing out food to starving people, quickly learn that the people fighting for it at the front are the people who need it least. It's the people sitting quietly at the back, too weak to fight, who need it the most. And so too with tragedy.”

“Maybe it's not too late to learn how to love and forget how to hate.”

“I'd had too many moments when I had needed saving. But I wanted those to be over.”

“How many times before I finally convince myself, how many private, erasable deaths will I need to die, how many self-murders is it going to take, how many times will I have to destroy myself before I learn, before I understand?”