And an inky-colored despair of rejection enveloped me like the black tortilla of depression around a pain burrito.

There's a fine edge to new grief, it severs nerves, disconnects reality--there's mercy in a sharp blade. Only with time, as the edge wears, does the real ache begin.

Stop," I said. "Please do not further endorken yourself to me. You have great hair and a car that is most fly, and you have just saved me with your mad ninja driving skills, so do not sully your heroic hottie image in my mind by further reciting your nerdy scholastic agenda. Don't tell me what you're studying, Steve, tell me what's in your soul. What haunts you?" And he was like, "Dude, you need to cut back on the caffeine.

Marry for love, stay married, and raise happy children who are quick to laugh and slow to judge.

Everyone is happier if they have someone else to look down on, as well as someone to look up to, especially if they resent both.

Faith isn't an act of intelligence, it's an act of imagination.

He wanted her to experience all the glorious cheese of life.