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

“I knew that time would now pass for me differently than it would for him—that I…”

“I have to tell you man, that my stalker meter is kind of registering in the red…”

“If I could just stay alive for a week, I’d know the unwritten secrets of Anna’s…”

“People always get used to beauty, though.”