When the dew on the grass has dried to our clothes, we get to our feet and leave our son behind.

Dying shouldn't be something you wish for when you're just shy of nineteen.

Darry has never believed there's a right time for everything.

I let the vodka on my tongue mix with his whiskey-soaked mouth and I knew I loved him.

Whenever it calls, I listen.

The world was a kaleidoscope of color, of fake dopamine, of imaginary people and imaginary feelings.

Being the son of a soldier isn't all its cracked up to be.

He knew he was dying; but he was glad. He had fulfilled his purpose. To control the pain, instead of the pain controlling him.

Sometimes I wonder how my family got here. I wonder why my Momma and Daddy fled the tracks and came to the side that I don't consider home.

"To be born with a dream, and to have to watch that dream crumble to nothing but dust can drive one to insanity. I used to have dreams; ones that I could achieve but my brothers could not. But since arriving here, I've been reduced to a shadow amongst other things."