“I took my morning walk, I took my evening walk, I ate something, I thought about something, I wrote, I napped and dreamt something too, and with all that something, I still have nothing because so much of sum’thing has always been and always will be you.I miss you.”

“I jammed my hand in my jacket pocket, bracing myself fo the next hit, and fel something. Something grainy and samll, sticking to the tips of my fingers: the sand from Commons Park.Oh Cass, I thought. I miss you so, so much.”

“I did something so stupid last night that I can’t even speak about it today. I took a vow of silence.”

“Will it make me something? Will I be something? Am I something? And the answer comes, already am, always was, and I still have time to be”

“If I'd thought she was uninterested, I never would have worried so much - the prospect of screwing something up is much more daunting than that of screwing nothing up. I definitely thought there was something there, and so there was something to lose, you see.”

“I wake up in the morning and I feel like I’m missing something. I knowthat there’s something not right, and it takes me a while to remember what itis . . . then I remember. My best friend is gone. My only friend. It was silly ofme to rely so much on one person.”