“I'm still a broken girl struggling through the stages of my grief, trying to reenter the real world without the man who is still part of me.”

“Still waking up in the mornings with shaking hands And I'm trying to find a girl who understands me But except in dreams you're never really free”

“Crying makes me know I'm still real and still alive.”

“This book is not the memoir of a contented man. It's not the poignant reflections of a white-haired guru who has finally figured out the secret to contentment. It's more like sweaty, bloody, hastily scribbled notes from a battlefield. I'm still struggling to escape the sinister fingers on this conspiracy. I'm still waging war against the discontentment that rages in my life. I can see contentment in the distance, like a hazy oasis, but I have to pick my way through a minefield to get there. I'm not the contented man God wants me to be, but I'm fighting to get there. I'm writing this book the hope that you'll join me in the fight.”

“Just give me a bit, let me pretend you're still alive," Andrei said hoarsely. "Let me pretend that I don't have to give you up.""Andrei," Warm, calloused hands cupped Anrei's face. "Look at me. I'm real. I'm still with you. A part of me will always be with you. Even after I go through that doorway.”

“I'm fairly fond of boys, but my preference is for girls; When I have enough of a girl, she serves me still as a boy.”