And if I didn’t, I’d spend the rest of my life wondering who I could have turned into if only I’d had the guts to try.

It was like he was in a contest to see who could do the least work, only he was the only contestant.

And that's where our conversation went from there, than God, both of us laughing our butts off at the thought of a hoops game between two teams on intravenous fluids. Which makes absolutely no sense at all; I know that. But that's why it cheered me up, because it was so absolutely stupid. It cheered me up more than I'd ever thought I'd be cheered up again.

Everyone I looked at, their whole lives, did exactly what they were supposed to do without even questioning it, without even wondering if they could do something different.

What is a staircase, but a corridor improved by elevation?

I’d promised myself that I’d really work on talking more, talking about uncomfortable things, because I could see from Brian how well things could work out if you did.

Why was it that jam always coated me so?