I'll always write about what's going on in my life and the reason for that is it's not actually because I'm so fascinated with myself, it's because I can't think. I can't think like have thoughts in my head and think them through and come to a conclusion. It's like math for me.

Smoking had become my favorite thing in the world to do. It was like having instant comfort, no matter where or when.

Truthfulness itself is almost medication, even when it’s served without advice or insight.

God, I felt certain, did not mind that I didn’t press my hands together to pray. I was casual, but I was sincere. I knew that God existed as the Correct Answer inside my chest.

All children should be loved, protected, nurtured --emotionally and intellectually-- respected, and never, under any circumstances, underestimated.

but I am not here ironically; I am here sincerely.

Just as I had long suspected, a person didn't really need math for anything anyway. Maybe some people did. Some limited people.