Shyness is a curious thing, because, like quicksand, it can strike people at any time, and also, like quicksand, it usually makes its victims look down.

What happens in a certain place can stain your feelings for that location, just as ink can stain a white sheet.

When trouble strikes, head to the library. You will either be able to solve the problem, or simply have something to read as the world crashes down around you.

There is no way of knowing for sure whether or not you can trust someone, for the simple reason that circumstances change all of the time.

I don’t smoke, although it looks fantastic in films. But I light matches on those thinking blank nights when I crawl my route out onto the roof of the garage and the sky while my parents sleep innocent and the lonely cars move sparse on the faraway streets, when the pillow won’t stay cool and the blankets bother my body no matter how I move or lie still. I just sit with my legs dangling and light matches and watch them flicker away.

There are some secrets you want to keep to yourself, even if they don't matter. They might only matter if you keep them secret.

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