I text tiny a minute later. MADE NEW GAY FRIEND. And he texts back PROGRESS!!!

aloof, adj. It has always been my habit, ever since junior high school, to ask that question: “What are you thinking?” It is always an act of desperation, and I keep on asking, even though I know it will never work the way I want it to.

If you start the day reading the obituaries, you live your day a little differently.

I guess it's a choice we make," she said. "What's a choice?" I asked. And she said, "How much of the world we let in.

Two infinities: the one that stretches to the beginning but never touches-when you halve and halve and halve, infinitely-and then the one that spreads out into the endless, endless future, the endless, endless, distance.The set of infinities that is itself infinite.

There is no such thing as no choice. There is always a choice. The only question is whether it's a bearable one.

I couldn't remember ordinary moments, only the ones that had made an impression. Ordinary moments were the ones that fell away first.