When there is pleasure, there is often abandon, and mistakes are made.

Why did we do that to Pluto? We had it good with Pluto.

In all my life I'd never been approached this way, the car pulling up, the Where you going? It was something I wish had happened hundreds of times. I was a looker - someone who looked over at every car at every traffic light, hoping something would happen, and almost never finding anyone looking back - always everyone looking forwards, and every time I felt stupid. Why should people look at you? Why should they care?

I grew up north of Chicago, not far from where the Schwinn bicycle plant used to be, and was conscious of the fact that these beautiful, everlasting bikes were made just down the road.

I have no idea how people function without near-constant internal chaos. I'd lose my mind.

Be strong, be brave, be true. Endure.

His lies were so exquisite I almost wept.