“What's that sound I hear? It's just my lifetimeIt's whistling past my ear”

“Waiting for Vengeance'Well, what is this?What am I coming to?And beyond that, what am I gonna do?Now there’s blanknessWhere once your eyes held the lightBut that was so long agoThat was last nightWell, what was that?What’s that sound that I hear?It’s just my lifetimeIts whistling past my earAnd when I look backEverything seems smaller than lifeThe way it’s been for so longSince last nightNow I’m leavingAny moment I’ll be goneI think you’ll noticeI think you’ll wonder what went wrongI’m not choosingBut I’m running out of fightAnd this was decided so long agoIt was last night”

“The boogeyman sleeps on your side of the badWhispers in my ear :"Better of Dead"Fills my dreams with sirens and lights of regretKisses me gently when i wake up in a sweat"boo!”

“It's okay,' he tells me. 'If you want to go. Everyone wants you to stay. I want you to stay more than I've ever wanted anything in my life.' His voice cracks with emotion. He stops, clears his throat, takes a breath, and continues. 'But that's what I want and I could see why it might not be what you want. So I just wanted to tell you that I understand if you go. It's okay if you have to leave us. It's okay if you want to stop fighting.'For the first time since I realized that Teddy was gone, too, I feel something unclench. I feel myself breathe. I know that Gramps can't be that late-inning pinch hitter I'd hoped for. He won't unplug my breathing tube or overdoes me with morphine or anything like that. But this is the first time today that anyone has acknowledged what I have lost. I know that the social worker warned Gran and Gramps not to upset me, but Gramps's recognition, and the permission he just offered me--it feels like a gift.Gramps doesn't leave me. He slumps back into the chair. It's quiet now. So quiet you can almost hear other people's dreams. So quiet that you can almost hear me tell Gramps, 'Thank you.”

“It's okay if you want to go. Everyone wants you to stay. I want you to stay more than I've ever wanted anything in my life. But that's what I want and I could see why it might not be what you want. So I just wanted to tell you that I understand if you go. It's okay if you have to leave us. It's okay if you want to stop fighting.”

“I actually feel something in my chest open, a feeling so intense, it’s like my heart’s about to burst. And I just let it. I just let it out.”

“The weather turned cool a few weeks later, and that winter was when Mia had her accident. So that actually turned out to be the last time I went camping. But even if it weren’t, I still think it would be the best trip of my life. Whenever I remember it, I just picture our tent, a little ship glowing in the night, the sounds of Mia’s and my whispers escaping like musical notes, floating out on a moonlit sea.”