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

Hello and good-bye are not as simple as everyone thinks.

Sometimes my feelings get so big that I just want to swim out into the darkness. Just jump off the end of the world. Sometimes I want to dig, right down to the bones of everything. Sometimes when you dig, you dig up stuff you might not want to find. But that’s where the good stuff lies.

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.

Silent is the ruined land. Man is brutal and the rain does not wash away the pain or rid the distant memory. It makes it glisten.

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

It was amazing what I could remember about myself when I retraced my own steps.