“A time, a space, a different place/ How perfect we might be/ I would be the wind that blows/ You’d be that Willow tree/ And I could never bare the thought of you not by my side/ So I would be the warmth of day/ You’d be the cool of night”

“You know what I was thinking about on my way home? How different my life would be if you’d made that gash a little deeper. Or how different yours would be if I’d vaulted myself off a roof nine years ago. Do you ever think about things like that? Like, if either you or I wouldn’t have made it, where would the other one be right now? It was something I thought about all the time: how death changes every remaining moment for those still living.”

“I would have thought you’d pay more attention to your closest competition.”“I would—if you were competition worth paying attention to.”

“I planted a tree. You’d think my neighbors would be happy for the shade it would provide them, but no, they said I planted it too close to their house. Since when is six inches too close?”

“My head reeled at the sheer and startling beauty, the wide, bare openness of it. The sense of space, the vastness of the sky above and on either side made my heart race, I would have travelled a thousand miles to see this. I had never imagined such a place.”

“This is my fault. If you’d never met me, this wouldn’t have happened.”“If I’d never met you, I would never gotten to hold you. I’ll take the bullet.”