“You act like you're okay,Like everything is just fine.But you can't hide a frown,And smile at the same time.”

“You can't keep acting like this," Lillian says, and for the first time in months, it's like she's actually trying to be nice. "Tragedy isn't this evil thing that came from outer space. It's just there, you know. Along with everything else.”

“You go to work the next day pretending nothing happened.Your co-workers askif everything's okay and you tell themyou're just tired.And you're trying to smile. And they're trying to smile.”

“You're not me. You can't feel like I feel.""I can feel.""No you can't. You just choose not to feel or something and everything's fine.""It's not fine. It's just not so bad.”

“You act like I just want to sleep with you...I want to EVERYTHING with you.”

“But I do like churches. The way it feels inside. It feels good when you just sit there, like you're in a forest and everything's really quiet, expect there's still this sound you can't hear.”