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“There’s the kind of broken everyone can see. The kind that leaves a mess no one wants to get stuck cleaning up because it’s obviously going to be a lot of work. And, even if you try to get it all, you’re going to miss some of those sharp, jagged pieces. Then there’s the kind of broken no one can see. The kind that’s made up of hairline fractures and narrow little fissures that cover the entire surface. It’s the kind of broken that’s held together by some kind of miracle and pure strength of will. All it takes is one little bump, one wrong move, and that kind of broken shatters. There is no cleaning up that mess. There are too many pieces, and they scatter everywhere”
― Jay Crownover, Recovered

“She offered me her free hand, and for a second all I could picture was grabbing it and pulling her under with me, letting the water cover us both and take us somewhere we would both rather be.”
― Jay Crownover, Recovered

“leaving me alone so I could discreetly sniff under my arm. I made a face and dropped my arm when I caught a whiff of the less-than-pleasant odor. I smelled like a drunk. I smelled like a bum. I smelled like bad choices and regret.”
― Jay Crownover, Recovered

“Talking about it, going over all the details, it’s not going to change anything. Someone is still going to be dead, someone is still going to be paralyzed, and I’m always going to be the bastard who’s responsible.”
― Jay Crownover, Recovered