Violet

“Hey Doc?” he asked, searching my eyes. His laugh quieted and his smile fell.
My stomach flipped. “Yeah?”
“This time…I’m gonna keep you.”
― T.M. Frazier, Preppy: The Life & Death of Samuel Clearwater, Part Two

“I have nightmares all the time. You know what’s the only thing that makes them go away?” He placed his hand over mine. “You. You silence the world when it’s too fucking loud. You make me feel less broken.”
― T.M. Frazier, Preppy: The Life & Death of Samuel Clearwater, Part Two

“There we stood, in the middle of the living room, hugging it out, each trying to hold back our tears until our need to cry outweighed our need to be the manly fucking men we were and we were no longer able to hold in the tears.
“I’m not fucking crying,” Bear sobbed.
“Me either, you fucking pussy,” I sobbed back as my old friend held me tighter and we hugged and punched each other hard on the backs until I was sure we were going to give each other bruises, and if it went on much longer, probably some broken ribs. When he finally let go of me we quickly wiped our eyes and noses on our t-shirts, because real men don’t fucking cry.”
― T.M. Frazier, Preppy: The Life & Death of Samuel Clearwater, Part Two

“When you start walking on egg shells around people, that’s when you know that those are people you don’t need to be around. Life’s too short to pretend to be anyone else.”
― T.M. Frazier, Preppy: The Life & Death of Samuel Clearwater, Part One