“Our Private RhymeI wish we could go back in time.I thought you'd live forever.I feel I'm only half our rhyme.You left and somehow I must climb back to live without your laughter.Can't we please go back in time?I try to smile, pretend and mimeI'm fine, survived disaster,but know I'm only half our rhyme. Will any spring or summertimeshine without your teasing whisper?I wish we could go back in time.I hope that you'll forgive my whines.I'm trying to be braverSo lonely being half our rhyme.I feel you near. We're intertwined.Your spirit makes me stronger.I know we can't go back in time.I'll strive to be our private rhyme.”

“I love revisions…We can’t go back and revise our lives, but being allowed to go back and revise what we have written comes closest.”

“I love you, Olivia," he whispered, and my heart ached as if it would break in half. "You think we'll die if we stay together, but I've been dying slowly for the last six years. I'm taking my life back, Liv. Our life together. And this time, I'm not going to let you go.”

“Many of us spend half our time wishing for things we could have if we didn’t spend half our time wishing.”

“There are times when I wish I could go back and change the course of my life. Make different choices...But the past cannot be changed, and we carry our choices with us, forward, into the unknown. We can only move on. Do you remember that I told you that at Spence?”

“Without a bottle to hold, I feel incomplete, the way Plato says we are each born only half a circle, and we spend out lives seeking out our other half. A drink is my beloved. Without it, I am wanting; I feel half finished.”