"he is half my soul, as the poets say." 

"would I be like Achilles, wailing over his lost lover Patroclus? I tried to picture myself running up and down the beaches, tearing at my hair, cradling some scrap of old tunic he had left behind. Crying out for the loss of half my soul. I could not see it." 

"School, it turns out, is super easy once you remove all the other kids, asshole teachers, and disgusting shit that goes on."