Only the dead stay seventeen forever.

Thinking about spaghetti that boils eternally but is never done is a sad, sad thing.

Whenever she felt like crying, she would instead become angry—at someone else or at herself—which meant that it was rare for her to shed tears.

When there's nothing to do, you do nothing slowly and intently.

The passage of time will usually extract the venom of most things and render them harmless

I didn't have much to say to anybody but kept to myself and my books. With my eyes closed, I would touch a familiar book and draw it's fragrance deep inside me. This was enough to make me happy.

As with marathon runs and lengths of toilet paper, there had to be standards to measure up to.