Who needs a stupid grampa-loving, book-reading, good-smelling boy who I like to talk to?

I took that smile and I put it right where the hole in my chest was. It was better than coffee, or chocolate, or a perfect pirouette. I clutched it and held it tight.

A shame really, because putting the right book in the right kid’s hands is kind of like giving that kid superpowers.

Non est ad astra mollis e terris via. That's my philosophy. Its a quote from the past. "There is no easy way from the earth to the stars.

Who needs a stupid grampa-loving, book-reading, good-smelling boy who I like to talk to?

I smile a lot. I heard someone say once that it takes fewer muscles to smile than to frown, so i'm trying it out.

I want to make my mark,' he says. But what target, I wonder, are you going to hit?