“Life unravels as it's lived. It can't be woven back together.”

“Like an unprotected photographsome friendships fade. People grow apart, lose touch, want different things.Dreams, woven together, unravel.”

“Back before her life had begun to unravel. Or before she knew it was unraveling.”

“A life like an intricately woven basket, frayed, worn, broken, unraveled, reworked, reknit from many of its original pieces... Life can survive in the constant shadow of illness, and even rise to moments of rampant joy, but the shadow remains, and one has to make space for it.”

“I picked at one of the buttons on my vest until the thread unraveled and it fell into my palm. Memo to self- buy a sewing kit to stitch my life back together.”

“And once you live a good story, you get a taste for a kind of meaning in life, and you can't go back to being normal; you can't go back to meaningless scenes stitched together by the forgettable thread of wasted time.”