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.

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

When people say they love you, you just have to decide to believe them, because you'll never know for sure.

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

well, it sounds strange, but when i think of God, i think of a soft whirring noise - like a spinning ball of energy - something i can tap into when i need it.

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

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.