Why does she have wings?'
So she can fly.

In the arms of the angels, fly away from here....you are pulled from the wreckage, of your silent revelry, you're in the arms of the angels, may you find some comfort here...

Sometimes, you get things right the first time. Others, the second. But the third time, they say, is the charm.

Like a blinking cursor on an empty page, it was just the first thing. The beginning of the beginning. But at least it was done.” “It was kind of soothing, these sounds of lives being lived all around me, for better or for worse. And there I was, in the middle of them all, newly reborn and still waiting for mine to begin.

I would miss Colby, but it wasn't going anywhere. All the more reason why I should.

Sometimes, you have to manufacture your own history. Give fate a push, so to speak.