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315 pages, Hardcover
First published April 15, 2014
"I didn't need six therapy sessions to tell me that I'll never be whole again."
"He took one look at me: male, Filipino, teen, beanie, white plugs, red T-shirt, jeans, and said, "What's up?""
"Sometimes, we come to the end of ourselves and it takes courage to find our way back."
"But even here, where Grace's footsteps have never tread, I feel her absence, which makes her more present than ever."
"Are we ever really whole? We're all broken in some way."
I don't want to be a pebble turning into sand, rubbed free of Grace. I want to keep her in my heart and hold her deep, where the waters cannot touch.
"Their kindness kills me. It's not the sugary-sweet kind. It's genuine and motivated by love and there's no lighting it. Sometimes love can be more overwhelming than hate. So I don't go."
"This moment is not forever. This moment is me and you and us in time. This moment I want to tell you everything, but I can't because I am not everything and you are not everything. Not everything needs to be spoken. Because when you or I speak things, they come to be. Our words become worlds where people dwell and live and hurt and laugh, and there's no destroying what our words create."
"I'm saying there will come a time when you won't be so angry or in so much pain. It doesn't have to be now. You just have to believe that it'll come and let people in."
Because how can you really know joy if you don't know despair? Nothing exists without its opposite.
"I wonder if this is how Grace felt at the end. If there was a moment of peace right after she said my name and the car hit us. Right before she stopped breathing, did she have a brief moment when dying came as naturally as living?"
“Ghosts are just pieces of memory. They haunt us because we don't want to forget. We are the ghost makers. We take fragments of the dead and project them onto shadows and sounds, trying to make sense of loss by assigning it a new shape. Ghosts aren't real.”