Every day I am someone else. I am myself-I know I am myself-but I am also someone else. It has always been like this.

His books are kept on freestanding shelves hung at different angles on a sea-green wall. They defy gravity, as good books should.

It's one thing to fall in love. It's another to feel someone else fall in love with you, and to feel a responsibility toward that love.

Because it is senior year I have begun to see things as potential absences. The things I love will become the things I'll miss.

For the Jesus Revolutionaries, the answer was clear: Jesus would not be out waging "preventative" wars. Jesus would not be withholding medicine from people who could not afford it. Jesus would not cast stones at people of races, sexual orientatons, or genders other than His own. Jesus would not condone the failing, viperous, scandalplagued hierarchy of some churches. Jesus would welcome everyone to his his table. He would love them, and he would find peace.

being with someone for over a year can mean that you love them … but it can also mean you’re trapped.

Without you I wouldn't have been able to contain the hate. I would have used it against myself. You're the one who helped me control it. My mind spun out to other things. But it always came back to you.