“It's really going to happen. I really won't ever go back to school. Not ever. I'll never be famous or leave anything worthwhile behind. I'll never go to college or have a job. I won't see my brother grow up. I won't travel, never earn money, never drive, never fall in love or leave home or get my own house.It's really, really true.A thought stabs up, growing from my toes and ripping through me, until it stifles everything else and becomes the only thing I'm thinking. It fills me up like a silent scream.”

“You were a summer gift, one I'll always treasure. You were a dream I never wanted to wake up from. You opened my eyes to things I'll never really see. You're the best thing that will ever happen to me.”

“If I ever go looking for my heart's desire again, I won't look any further than my own back yard. Because if it isn't there, I never really lost it to begin with.”

“You're a gift, one I'll always treasure. You're a dream I never want to wake up from. You open my eyes to things I'll never really see. You're the best thing that will ever happen to me. Be safe. Be smart. Stay you.”

“Try to tell me what I shouldn't doYou should know by now,I won't listen to youWalk around with my hands up in the airCause I don't careCause I'm alright, I'm fineJust freak out, let it goI'm gonna live my lifeI can't ever run and hideI won't compromiseCause I'll never knowI'm gonna close my eyesI can't watch the time go byI won't keep it insideFreak out, let it goJust freak out, let it goYou don't always have to do everything rightStand up for yourselfAnd put up a fightwalk around with your hands up in the airLike you don't careCause I'm alright, I'm fineJust freak out, let it goI'm gonna live my lifeI can't ever run and hideI won't compromiseCause I'll never knowI'm gonna close my eyesI can't watch the time go byI won't keep it insideFreak out, let it goOn my ownLet it goYeah, yeah, yeahJust let me live my lifeI can't ever run and hideI won't compromiseCause I'll never knowI'm gonna close my eyesI can't watch the time go byI won't keep it insideFreak out, let it goGonna freak out, let it goGonna freak out, let it go”

“I'm going to come back to West Virginia when this is over. There's something ancient and deeply-rooted in my soul. I like to think that I have left my ghost up one of those hollows, and I'll never really be able to leave for good until I find it. And I don't want to look for it, because I might find it and have to leave." - from a letter to his mother Helen Pancake that Breece wrote in Charlottesville, where he was studying writing.”