It's a terrible thing when a person dies, whatever the circumstances. A hole opens up in the world, and we need to pay the proper respects. If we don't, the hole will never be filled in again.

Whatever it is you're seeking won't come in the form you're expecting.

You always look so cool, like no matter what happens, it’s got nothing to do with you, but you’re not really like that. In your own way, you’re out there fighting as hard as you can, even if other people can’t tell by looking at you.

In his own way, he's lived life with all the intensity he could muster.

Sometimes, however, this sense of isolation, like acid spilling out of a bottle, can unconsciously eat away at a person’s heart and dissolve it.

It was spring break, so the theater was always packed with high schools students. It was an animal house. I wanted to burn the place down.

Love and used Subarus were two different things. Weren't they?