“Keep your shit together," I whispered to my lungs.”
“You’re the beat to my heart, the oxygen in my lungs, and the whisper to my soul,” Murdock recited as he stared Heaven in his eyes.”
“Why is it that people who can't get their shit together, can't seem to keep their noses out of other people's”
“Holy shit, Bird," I whispered through my teeth. "At least try to be normal. You have to at least try.”
“Or you might shout at the top of your lungs or whisper into your sleeve, "I hate you, God." That is a prayer too, because it is real, it is truth, and maybe it is the first sincere thought you've had in months.”
“With that, he looked over his shoulder. Blay's breath shot out of his lungs. "Oh... my God," he whispered.”