Some days are like this. And the only way to get through them is to remember that they are only one day, and that every day ends.

I had made it somewhere special, and I'd gotten there all on my own. Nobody had given it to me. Nobody had told me to do it. I'd climbed and climbed and climbed, and this was my reward. To watch over the world, and to be alone with myself. That, I found, was what I needed.

It was one of those moments when you feel the future so much that it humbles the present.

Holden Caulfield is the embodiment of what we mean by the phrase “young adult” – too young to be a grown-up, but too wise to the world to be completely innocent. He’s caught in the in-between, and that in-between is what all young adult authors write about.

If goodness can't come from bad things, it makes bad things unbearable.

I always think of each night as a song. Or each moment as a song. But now I'm seeing we don't live in a single song. We move from song to song, from lyric to lyric, from chord to chord. There is no ending here. It's an infinite playlist.

But I want to feel like life matters. I had something real with you, but then the realness scared me. I decided to go for other things instead.