“Dying would be normal for me, and one day, I'd be buried beneath a stone, and nothing would matter anymore. It'd be ordinary, like life. And that terrified me, endlessly.”
“I would like to stay stoned all the time, it scares me it’s so good. I would like to stay stoned every minute of every day for the rest of my life.”
“They had no idea that normal didn't exist for me anymore. Normal had been smashed on the rocks beneath the bridge.”
“There's a notion I'd like to see buried: the ordinary person. Ridiculous. There is no ordinary person.”
“Hearing that I'd come so close to dying should've terrified me, but all I could muster up was a weary "This day sucks.”
“Reading it the night before, I'd wondered if it would be like that for me-if in one moment, I would finally understand her, know her, and understand the role I'd played in her dying. But I wasn't convinced enlightenment struck like lightining.”