“I was never a coward," he says irritably, struggling out of my grasp. "I was just sensible.”

“My mind struggled to formulate a coherent though, any thought. I opened my mouth. "Your pajamas have Eeyore on them.""I like Eeyore. He's sensible. A sober outlook on life never hurt anyone.”

“I would stare at the grains of light suspended in that silent space, struggling to see into my own heart. What did I want? And what did others want from me? But I could never find the answers. Sometimes I would reach out and try to grasp the grains of light, but my fingers touched nothing.”

“You get irritated when I say I'm not angry and you get irritated when I say I am angry. I can't win.""Because you just saying whatever you think will shut me up," he accused me."Aye, but it's not working.""Argh!" was his response, and he charged on down the street.”

“Let me go!” I snarl at him, trying to wrest my arm from his grasp. “I can’t,” he says.”

“...I'm not saying I needed my life to be a symphony - I just never thought it'd turn out to be a country song.”