Everything im to afraid to say..

“Things we lose have a way of coming back to us in the end, if not always in the way we expect.”

“What is an “instant” death anyway? How long is an instant? Is it one second? Ten? The pain of those seconds must have been awful as her heart burst and her lungs collapsed and there was no air and no blood to her brain and only raw panic. What the hell is instant? Nothing is instant. Instant rice takes five minutes, instant pudding an hour. I doubt that an instant of blinding pain feels particularly instantaneous.”

“I wish that photographs were physical spaces, like tunnels; that you could crawl inside them and go back.”

“I am doing something I hate for you. This is what it means to be in love.”