35 Quotes About Nobody-is-ever-missing

I found, increasingly, that I did not particularly care and I tried to fake a little kindness, a little sweetness, tried to mirror Luna back at herself, but that exhausted me after a week and I concluded that I was not meant for this sort of thing, friends, friendliness, no, I wasn't meant for it.

I had never really stopped thinking of how the smartest person I knew had, after much thought, decided that life was not worth it—that she'd be better off not living—and how was I supposed to live after that?

My body felt like tangled rubber bands and dried-out pens and sticky paper clips, like the contents of a drawer where you put the things you don't have anywhere else to put, and I knew that the mind and body are connected, and that my bodily sensations were just messages from my mind, but I just wished there was a box or a drawer or a hole in the ground where I could put all this, all this mind and body stuff that I didn't know what else to do with.

We did not exist, the we we thought we'd always be.

I wasn't sure if it was safe for me to be sharing time and space with other people, who all seemed so much gentler and safer and less of a secret to themselves than I felt I was.

Why were we never together anymore, just alone in each other's vicinity?

I thought I detected a bit of wonder in his voice, that he'd like to become part of a story, any story.

I wondered for a moment if he was trying to get me to join a cult, but I realized it was just his youth talking, not a dogma.

Lately, I couldn't remember those years, as if childhood was a movie I'd only seen the previews to.