“She liked people. Me, I can take them or leave them, but mostly leave them.”
“No, I'm a man with a rule. People leave me alone, I leave them alone. If they don't, I don't.”
“I leave, and the leaving is so exhilarating I know I can never go back. But then what? Do I just keep leaving places, and leaving them, and leaving them, tramping a perpetual journey?”
“I make it easier for people to leave by making them hate me a little.”
“Regrets came up and asked me if I’d like to own them. Declined them for the most part but took a few just so I wouldn’t leave this relationship empty handed.”
“I cry a lot because I miss people. They die and I can't stop them. They leave me and I love them more.”