Smiling back at her, it occurs to me that I've never met a mean librarian.

Sometimes it's the tiniest things that can mean the difference between life and death.

All that sadness. All that anger. It is the smoke that gets into your eyes. If you do not blow it away, how can you hope to see?

Whatever you say, old boy. Just look after yourself. And whatever you do, don't swallow the gum!

When you are rich, people treat you with respect.

We're meant to be friends but you never tell me anything.

I vividly remember being 14. That was the age when I started to get happy: I started being a writer and stopped being a loser.