Lemonade

"Some day, God willing, you'll open up your eyes and take Misty in your arms and kiss her, your loving wife, and here will be all your lost years, written here in loving detail, all the details of your kids growing up and your wife longing for you, and you can sit under a tree with a nice lemonade and have a nice time catching up. 


Your mother Grace Wilmot, she needs to wake up from her own kind of coma.
Dear sweet Peter. Can you feel this?


Everyone's in their own personal coma."




"You have endless ways you can commit suicide without dying dying."