“I am so sad it makes me heavier than the sum of my parts.”

“I am so sad. I am so sad it makes me heavier than the sum of my parts. I shift, restless, but it doesn’t help. It’s like—time. All this time in here is on me, has its hooks in me. Maybe if I sleep more, I’ll wake up and I’ll feel different, but I can’t. The storm is really happening now and it makes the room feel emptier. Makes me feel emptier.”

“I was more than this meek, defenseless victim. I had something within me that was stronger than the sum of all my unacceptable parts.”

“He put a dark place in me and I can't forgive him for that. But it's a part of me now and how can I regret what I am - though it often makes me sad.”

“But that part of us greater than the sum of our parts cannot begin and cannot end, and so it cannot fail”

“Listen, no part of me is more definitive of who I am than my brain.”