“The problem with you is that you always see a glass of milk half empty instead of half filled.”

“Hers were the pale gray that made you think of nightfall and silver bullets and the edge of winter. The color that filled the sky before it was torn in half by lightening.”

“If you have a sister and she dies, do you stop saying you have one? Or are you always a sister, even when the other half of the equation is gone?”

“...one half leaning in, one half pulling away.”

“Wheather it is conscious or not, you eventually make the decision to divide your life in half - before and after - with loss being that tight bubble in the middle. You can move around in spite of it; you can laugh and smile and carry on with your life, but all it takes is one slow range of motion, a doubling over, to be fully aware of the empty space at your center.”

“How could you go about choosing something that would hold the half of your heart you had to bury?”

“A bus cuts the world in half...”