“holding tight, denying the fact that eventually we all had to let go.”

“I'd found heaven and grabbed it as tightly as I could, but it was unraveling, an insubstantial thread sliding between my fingers, too fine to hold.”

“It was as if I had thought all along I was a complete picture, and Sam hadrevealed that I was a puzzle, and had taken me apart into pieces and put me back togetheragain. I was acutely aware of each distinct emotion, all fitting together tightly.”

“Sam: I felt like things were getting away from me. I'd found heaven and grabbed it as tightly as I could, but it was unravelling, an insubstancial thread sliding between my fingers, too fine to hold.”

“We all, one day, realize that we’re not going to be kids forever and we’re going to grow up.”

“Folded in my arms you're a butterfly in reverseyou're giving up your wings and inheriting my curseyou're letting go ofme you're letting go”

“It occurred to me that there was a story behind the scar -- maybe not as dramatic as the story of my wrists, but a story nonetheless -- and the fact that everyone had a story behind some mark on their inside or outside suddenly exhausted me, the gravity of all those untold pasts.”