Maybe we're grass—our roots so interdependent that no one is dead as long as someone is still alive.

“It is so hard to leave—until you leave. And then it is the easiest goddamned th…”

“But what could I lose by continuing that had not already been lost?”

“She never acted as if she liked him all that much, but then she never acted as …”

“Eso siempre me ha parecido tan ridículo, que la gente quisiera estar alrededor …”