The world needs people who are more comfortable standing still. We keep the earth on it axis when everybody else is bouncing around.
Bill KonigsbergWouldn't it be nice if we lived in a world where no one thought being gay was even something to ride someone about?
Bill KonigsbergI don't think about relatability (when writing), I think about the heart of the character.
Bill KonigsbergThe hole in my heart, I can’t even begin to describe. It’s hard when you open your heart and let someone in and then suddenly they’re not in it anymore. It doesn’t matter whose fault it is; that empty spot stings so bad that you want to find any kind of relief, or wrap yourself up so tight you can’t feel it anymore. I knew it might be there a little while. Or maybe even a long while. For both of us.
Bill KonigsbergIt needs to be said that sometimes my mom forgets important details when she talks. Like the time she told us she was considering leather (couches, it turns out), or when I was little and she said, "Here's a napkin to put your balls in" (the Atomic Fireballs that I was eating, she meant).
Bill Konigsberg