“Can you help me? I'm bent, I'm so scared that I'll never get put back together.”

“Lately, I have been having nightmares, where I'm cut into so many pieces that there isn't enough of me to be put back together.”

“I'll say God seems to have a kind of laid-back management style I'm not crazy about. I'm pretty much anti-death. God looks by all accounts to be pro-death. I'm not seeing how we can get together on this issue, he and I…”

“I want to go where you're going. I'm not scared of dying. I want to stay together and come back together. You said that souls cohere. I want to stay with you.”

“When I'm with him, I can feel myself getting better. It's like he's picking up broken pieces of me and putting me back together, and I don't even know he's doing it. We never talk about it. We don't go to therapy. He just loves me and that's enough.”

“I mean putting yourself out there in the way of overwhelming happiness and knowing you're also putting yourself in the way of terrible harm. I'm scared to be this happy. I'm scared to be this extreme.”

“I'm not going to tell you to get over it.

I'm going to help you get through it.”

“Lean on me, when you're not strong
And I'll be your friend
I'll help you carry on
For it won't be long
'Til I'm gonna need
Somebody to lean on.”

“Once I was seated, I couldn't help people-watching. I'll admit it, I'm an addict from way back.”

“We are never ever ever… getting back together.
We are never ever ever… getting back together.
You go talk to your friends, talk to my friends, talk to me.
But we are never ever ever ever… getting back together.
Like, ever.”