I trust the red sun setting, the leafless November trees. On Monday morning I look foward fearlessly to Friday’s eve. But humans are not as reliable as nature, as trees. I wonder if you’ll come back; I trust only that you leave.

you give everyone the benefit of the doubt. they don't always deserve it.

It's a lie, you know, to pretend that nothing is important to you. It's hiding. Believe me, I know because I hid for a long time. But now I won't do it anymore. The truth is bioluminescent. I don't lie, and I don't waste time on people who do.

...and she said we all had to find God inside ourselves, in the things we loved most.

the whole idea of boys being people you would actually choose to spend time with was pretty much totally incomprehensible to me. i could never think of anything to say to them, and they seemed equally dumbstruck by my presence.

nobody is like anybody else. that's why nobody gets along with anybody else.

sometimes people think they're above the laws the rest of us live by. they're blind to their own imperfections.