“I wandered off, walking through streets that seemed emptier than ever, thinking that if I didn't stop, if I kept on walking, I wouldn't notice that the world I thought I knew was no longer there.”

“I wandered through the streets thinking of all the things I might have said and might have done had I been other than I was.”

“I stopped wanting to float away from my life, because in the end my life was all I had. I'd walk the Fairmont campus and look up to the sky and I wouldn't see myself drifting off like some lost balloon. Instead I saw the size of the world and found comfort in its hugeness. I'd think back to those times when I felt like everything was closing in on me, those times when I thought I was stuck, and I realized that I was wrong. There is always hope. The world is vast and meant for wandering. There is always somewhere else to go.”

“I walk through the streets as if I was burning in some eternal bonfire.”

“I’ve been wandering around all night—I couldn’t sleep—and I kept finding myself walking here. To you.”

“I think it pisses God off if you walk by the color purple in a field somewhere and don't notice it.”