The scariest thing in the world is thinking someone you love is going to die.

Eric understands that the world is rarely the way it is supposed to be. And he knows that, given the chance, we don't have to wait for someone to make messes of our lives. We do a good enough job, ourselves.

What if the puzzle of the world was a shape you didn't fit into? And the only way to survive was to mutilate yourself, carve away your corners, sand yourself down, modify yourself to fit? How come we haven't been able to change the puzzle instead?

It is so easy to presume that while your own world has ground to an absolute halt, so has everyone else's.

The saddest day in the world will be the one when she stops pretending.