I don’t know what it means to live.

A poet might die at twenty-one, a revolutionary or a rock star at twenty four. But after that you assume everything’s going to be all right. you’ve made it past Dead Man’s Curve and you’re out of the tunnel, cruising straight for your destination down a six lane highway whether you want it or not.

Kids' hearts are malleable, but once they gel it's hard to get them back the way they were.

This place is too calm, too natural--too complete. I don't deserve it. At least not yet.

Have you ever had that feeling—that you’d like to go to a whole different place and become a whole different self?

I don't go out of my way to make friends, that's all.

The sad truth is that certain types of things can't go backward. Once they start going forward, no matter what you do, they can't go back the way they were. If even one little thing goes awry, then that's how it will stay forever.