"Where She Went" Quotes

I wanted to tell her that I was getting better, because that was supposed to be the narrative of illness: It was a hurdle you jumped over, or a battle you won. Illness is a story told in the past tense.

I needed to hate someone and you're the one I love the most, so it fell on you.

You don’t share me. You own me.

I’m pretty much where I’ve been most of my life: on my own.

You don’t have to let that one thing be the thing that defines you.

I knew in that moment that I could spend the rest of my life doing nothing but looking for that feeling.

I was afraid of re-entering that world of music, the way it scared me to breathe, to want, to hope.

I’m the only one who gets to decide who I am.

Life is a big, fat, gigantic stinking mess.

It was the way you spoke about the things you loved, like music and your family, like you were sharing a secret. And that was contagious.