I feel my heart ache, but I've forgotten what that feeling means.

There's a moment in every book when the book turns and it surprises me.

You are permanent, but this life is not.

This deluded little rube who really thought the future would be any better. If you just worked hard enough. If you just learned enough. Ran fast enough. Everything would turn out right, and your life would amount to something.

We can spend our lives letting the world tell us who we are…Or we can decide for ourselves.

Deliver me from Swedish furniture. Deliver me from clever art. And the phone rang and Tyler answered. "If you don't know what you want," the doorman said, "you end up with a lot you don't." May I never be complete. May I never be content. May I never be perfect. Deliver me, Tyler, from being perfect and complete.

I used to work in a funeral home to feel good about myself, just the fact that I was breathing.