“But when I know that the glass is already broken, every minute with it is precious.”

“Wait a minute. I already know my fortune, it's partying!”

“Honestly Jace, don't you know better than to play with broken glass?”

“Lovers lie around in it
Broken glass is found in it
Grass
I like that stuff”

“Broken glass. It's just like glitter, isn't it?”

“She let herself love me for three minutes.
Can three minutes last forever? I ask myself, but already know the answer.
Probably not, I reply. But maybe they last long enough.”

“I’m packed with broken glass and memories and it all hurts.”

“What matters is how I use what I know, every minute of every day; how I use it to remember, in the midst of the game.”

“A picture means I know where I was every minute. That's why I take pictures. It's a visual diary.”

“Fortune is like glass—the brighter the glitter, the more easily broken.”
Fortuna vitrea est: tum cum splendet frangitur.