“This is a long goodbye, yet not time enough. I have no aptitude for this. I cannot learn this. I would hold on, and hold on, until my hands clutch at emptiness.”
“I would hold on, and hold on, until my hands clutch at emptiness.”
“Trying to remember, I have learned, is like trying to clutch a handful of fog. Trying to forget, like trying to hold back the monsoon.”
“Aw, you trust me?""As long as I have a clear shot." I tighten my hold on the gun in my hand.”
“Where I went, no one could follow. Yet someone managed to hold my hand.”
“Holding no hand is hard, but holding the wrong one is harder. My body, quite literally, has rejected him. He plants tumors in my mind and in my child-making bits. If I cannot trust him with my cervix, I cannot trust him with my heart.”