We wanted to define her, to wrap her up as we did each other, but we could not seem to get past "weird" and "strange" and "goofy." Her ways knocked us off balance.
I’m not my name. My name is something I wear, like a shirt. It gets worn. I outgrow it, I change it.
He doesn't think. He just does. A nonthinking doer.
Nothing’s more fun than being carried away.
Angels and crows passed each other, one leaving, the other coming.
Don't confine yourself to a select group of friends, often known as a clique. Cliques by definition leave people out. Lock yourself into one, and you'll never know how many terrific friendships you may be missing.