Here," she said. "This is for you." "I didn't really get you anything," I sputtered. "I mean, I didn't know that you were going to be here, and--" "Don't worry. It's your embarrassment at not having the thought that counts.

I have become very good at clearing histories.

i have to cross the river of extreme awkwardness in order to get to the paradise on the other side.

If this continues, if this goes on, then when I die, your memories of me will be my greatest accomplishment. You memories will be my most lasting impressions.

I am learning that a life isn't real unless someone else knows its reality. And I want my life to be real.

He has no idea how beautiful the ordinary becomes once it disappears.

you’d think that silence would be peaceful. but really, it’s painful.