I swear, I have no understanding of other human beings.

When you hate someone you used to love, and you think he's done something awful - he probably has.

Absorbing the fact that sometimes, people do cut you slack and forgive you and want you anyway. Sometimes they do. And when they do, even if it's not a happy ending, it is delicious

Secrets are more powerful when people know you've got them.

I sit around too much, waiting for other people to do stuff and angsting about stuff they've done, without doing anything myself.

These guys, they were so sure of their places in life--so deeply confident of their merit and their future--they didn't need any kind of front at all.

The problem is I can think whatever I think but I still feel the way I feel.