The worst things weren't outside of you.

Maybe life was like a sea, and all the people were like boats ... Everybody who was born was cast into the sea. Winds would blow them in all directions. Tides would rise and turn, in their own rhythm. And the boats - they just went along as best they could, trying to find a harbor.

I didnt write anything at all except book reports until I was in seventh grade, and then I wrote mostly poetry for myself.

She looked at her hand: Just some hand, holding a cheap pen. Some girls’ hand. She had nothing to do with that hand. Let that hand do whatever it wanted to.

You could say that all of life is a series of last chances.

Kids are really tougher than adults, but we tend to forget this in an affluent society that lets kids indulge themselves.

The worst things weren't outside of you.