- I could hear our friendship dying right there. Hit by a truck so big, going so fast, there was nothing left. Not a shred of our childhood, not a splinter of our tree house, not a bit of our New Year’s Eve kiss. Nothing.
- Why do people think there are clear answers for things anyway? There aren't.
- Which Zen guy said, "What is the sound of one hand clapping?" That’s how I feel without Charlie. Like one hand clapping.
- Isn't it funny how we live inside the lies we believe?
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