I didn't know yet that you can always find that perfect moment right before everything shatters.

Dead people put on weight, it seems to me; both in their flesh and in our minds, they put on weight.

You can't undo loss. You can't unmake a mistake. (What The Hell Have You Done, Sophie Roth?)

That's what it's all about–knowing what you have to lose, but risking the loss anyway.

The pain I felt when I lost my glove was nothing compared to the pain I felt losing my hand as well.

I didn’t feel like I was stealing someone’s husband; I felt like they were already apart.

For such is the way of it: to find and lose, as it seems to those whose boat is on the running stream.

I could kill you a thousand times over Abraham, but we would never be even. You took everything I had.

I could no longer desire physically without feeling a need for her, without suffering from her absence.

Sometimes it seems that to exit this world, they must go through my heart, leaving me scarred and sore.

He wanted revenge and I knew he would not stop until he got it. I had to hope he would run out of fuel.

Unfortunately, as anyone who has lived through a tragedy knows, life does, rather infuriatingly, go on.

I realized, it is not the time that heals, but what we do within that time that creates positive change.

Volatility in the up direction is not a problem-it's only downward volatility that offers discourse.

It isn’t easy when life tears away the one person in a million you thought you could always trust.