Bad Girl!" She chided. "I'm pretty sure Boris is a boy," I said. "Oh, I know," Mrs. Basil E. assured me. "I just like to keep him confused," Then she and Boris headed off with my future.

This is what my voice sounds like I don't need to be talking to someone else To hear it

... I love books about freaks," because I am one. You might be, too. Let's be freaks together?

What separates us from the animals, what separates us from the chaos, is our ability to mourn people we’ve never met.

You think you know your possibilities. Then other people come into your life and suddenly there are so many more.

I notice you, I want to say. Even when no one else does, I do. I will.

I have taken advantage of other people's weaknesses in order to cover my own.