People rarely bring flowers to a suicide.

Is today a good day to die?Is today the day?And if not today–when?

You make me lovely, and it's so lovely to be lovely to the one I love...

I’m sorry about Finch. He was a good, screwed up kid who should have had more help.” “I feel responsible.

I think about Finch and Sir Patrick Moore and black holes and blue holes and bottomless bodies of water and exploding stars and event horizons, and a place so dark that light can't get out once it's in.

In those moments, none of it matters. It’s like that stuff is happening to someone else because all you feel is dark inside, and that darkness just kind of takes over. You don’t even really think about what might happen to the people you leave behind, because all you can think about is yourself.