Zac and Mia

Google tells me everything I need to know about death except what comes after.

Perhaps courage is simply this spur-of-the-moment acts when your head screams don't, but your body does it anyway.

Courage is standing still even though you want to run. Courage is planting yourself and turning towards the thing that scares you, whether it's your leg or your friends or the guy who could break your heart again. It's opening your eyes and staring that fear down.

I don’t know how he does it—how he makes me forget the clock and the pain. Sometimes, even if it’s just for a few seconds, I can forget how crap my life is.

three is the worst hour. it's too dark, too bright, too late, too early. It's when the questions come, droning like flies, nudging me one by one until my mind's full of them

Isn't that normal? To want to be alone sometimes?

There are some things you can't change ... And there are some things you can

Mia: Where do their other things go? Like mobile phones and all the music on ipods? I imagine mountains of phones. Songs forgotten in clouds.

We humans screw up everything in the short time we've got

There's nothing mysterious about death or what comes after. There's just nothing.

Yeah, there’s that, too, those razor-edged comments that come from nowhere like nunchuks.