Grief does not change you, Hazel. It reveals you.

You can't just make me different and then leave

My father died suddenly, but also across the years. He was still dying, really - which meant I guess that he was still living, too.

You get all these friends when just when you don't need friends anymore.

You can love someone so much… But you can never love someone as much as you miss them.

That is the fear: I have lost something important, and I cannot find it, and I need it.

It is fear like if someone lost his glasses and went to the glasses store and they told him that the world had run out of glasses and he would just have to do without

My father died suddenly, but also across the years. He was still dying, really—which meant I guess that he was still living, too.

My father died suddenly, but also across the years. He was still dying, really- which meant I guess that he was still living, too.