If he’s not gay and he hung out with you the whole time, he wanted to be. It’s boyfriend or want to be boyfriend or I guess gay. Those are the choices.

It is a lonely feeling when someone you care about becomes a stranger.

It's funny, particularly when you're a writer and you're doing well, you have that sense of like, "Oh! My view of the world is the one that's going to be published."

Wherever there’s a conductor, you’re sure to find a dead composer!

Anyone who gives you a cinnamon roll fresh out of the oven is a friend for life.

How wrong to think I was anyone else, like thinking grass stains make you a beautiful view, like getting kissed makes you kissable, like feeling warm makes you coffee, like liking movies makes you a director. How utterly incorrect to think it any other way, a box of crap is treasures, a boy smiling means it, a gentle moment is a life improved.

Everybody will die, but very few people want to be reminded of that fact.