I never have people tell me their stories. I usually have to figure them out myself. Because I know that if people tell me stories, they will expect them to be remembered. And I cannot guarantee that. There is no way to know if the stories stay after I'm gone. And how devastating would it be to confide in someone and have the confidence disappear? I don't want to be responsible for that.

That's the question, isn't it?" you said one night. "Does death bring freedom, or is it the end of freedom?

Yes, time can be buoyed by wordlessness, but it needs to be anchored in words.

A guy can do far far worse than surrounding himself with people who restore his faith in humanity.

I am proud that I defy your categories. I am proud that I don't fit easily into any box. I am proud of all the things I am and all the things i can be. Question yourself every time you think you only see one thing in me.

It was a laugh that came from the tip of his toes, gaining force and soul as it traveled through his body and out into the world in mirthful bursts. There wasn't anything fake about it; it was an amusement park of a laugh, and when it appeared, you wanted to jump on board.

The boy I loved didn't know I existed. Then again, he was obsessed with Camus, so he didn't know if any of us existed.