I am breathing. In dreams, we never bother to breathe.

iv. who was it who invented size zero? who was it who promised that if you got to a certain point you would no longer be?

No funny stuff in here tonight, you understand?” Dash said, “I assure you I could not contemplate any of your so-called funny stuff seeing as how I have no idea why I’m even here.” Mark scoffed. “You bookish little pervert.” “Thank you, sir!” Dash said brightly.

It's like, you know how sometimes you see a really sexy baby? Wait.

...because if you can make yourself happy in the rain then you're doing pretty alright in life.

Your humor is your compass and your shield. You can hone it into a weapon or you can pull its strands out to make your very own cotton-candy blanket. You can’t exist on a diet of humor alone, but you can’t exist on a diet without it, either.

That strange, twisted, torn love. That conflict between what your heart knows is right and what your mind is told is right.