How do you know you're going to do something, untill you do it?

I’ll read my books and I’ll drink coffee and I’ll listen to music, and I’ll bolt the door.

In every school I've gone to, all the athletic bastards stick together.

I mean they don't seem able to love us just the way we are. They don't seem able to love us unless they can keep changing us a little bit. They love their reasons for loving us almost as much as they love us, and most of the time more.

What really knocks me out is a book that, when you're all done reading it, you wish the author that wrote it was a terrific friend of yours and you could call him up on the phone whenever you felt like it. That doesn't happen much, though.

I feel overwhelmingly grateful to them, but I don't know what to do with their invisible gifts.

Sleep tight, ya morons!