Per combattere realmente il silenzio della tua morte, devo raccontare la tua storia, non la mia.

Voglio dire loro di andarsene a casa e abbracciare i loro bambini, o i loro innamorati, o i loro genitori. Devono sapere che stanno usando quel luogo come una scusa per essere tristi e impauriti, senza rendersi conto che nella loro vita non mancheranno le ragioni per esserlo: basta solo aspettare.

And like all the people who lost no one, the tourists, who go to New York to cry over the rubble. I want to tell them to go home and hold their children or their lovers or their parents. I want to tell them that they are using that place as an excuse to be sad and afraid when there will be reason enough for that in their own lives if they just wait.

People who fall in love can fall out of it.

But love is this really powerful thing that everyone's got if they'd just learn how to accept it. I mean, come on. If it's something we all have to give, and if it's something we all want, doesn't that mean there's exactly enough to go around?

I never resented you. What I resented was Mom not choosing to spend any of her free time with me. I only wanted to be left alone until I was, if that makes any sense.