The Life Impossible A Novel

I missed him so much, but also I felt like I was missing myself too. Thats the thing with grief. The way it kind of sinks you into death as well. I mean, you are still biologically functioning obviously. You are out there breathing and seeing and talking but you aren’t properly alive anymore.

I have never believed in magic, and I still don't. But sometimes what looks like magic is simply a part of life we don't understand yet.

Wanting things to be simple can become a kind of prison, it really can, because you end up staying trapped inside how you want things to be rather than embracing how they could be.