Airports should all belong to the same country. The country of Crappacia. Or Bleakovania. Or Suckitan.

I listened as the words became sentences and the sentences became pages and the pages became feelings and voices and places and people.

...Listen to your own thoughts and feelings very carefully, be aware of your observations, and learn to value them. When you're a teenager—and even when you're older—lots of people will try to tell you what to think and feel. Try to stand still inside all of that and hear your own voice. It's yours and only yours, it's unique and worth of your attention, and if you cultivate it properly, it might just make you a writer.

There were times when I lifted my face to the sky, stretched my arms wide to the winter night, and laughed out loud, so happy was I. The memory of it makes me laugh now, but not from happiness. Be careful what you show the world. You never know when the wolf is watching.

Never take what's offered, always ask for more.

For the first time, I saw what was in his heart, and I wondered if he might ever want to look deep enough to see mine.

It is hope, not despair, that undoes us all.