“Memories consumeLike opening the woundI'm picking me apart againYou all assumeI'm safe here in my roomUnless I try to start again.”

“I had done this. I had pulled my life apart. I would never, ever be safe again.”

“If I did something to hurt Frankie and she said that I was never getting near her heart again, I’d spent the rest of my life trying anyway. That’s the difference between you and me, Tom. I’d go back to the moment it all fell apart and I’d start there.”

“I hear the unmistakable sound of glass breaking and I start apologizing to no one, trying to pick it up again, but I can't. I can't get my hands to work because they're too cold.”

“Everything I tried to put back together. Everything I tried to build back up. All of it begins to break apart. Just like that.It cracks and it falls and it shreds into a million fucking pieces and when I open my eyes, it's just me and it's just Chris.”

“It's an old copy and it's starting to fall apart, but I hold on to my Handbook because nothing else makes promises like that around here, promises with these words burning inside them: honor, duty, and try.”