I wonder if you've got a minute." I have many minutes, all of them used toward a common purpose.

From that point of view, I realized that my hole was not miles deep after all. My father, in fact, could stand on the bottom and it only reached up to his chest. Darkness, you know, is relative.

People changed. Even the people you thought you knew as well as you knew yourself.

but if I've learned anything, it's that we don't know half of what we think we do. And we know ourselves least of all.

The ideas choose me, not the other way around.

I would rather be in minority and be right, than in the majority and wrong.

At 17, the smallest crises took on tremendous proportions; someone else's thoughts could take root in the loam of your own mind; having someone accept you was as vital as oxygen. Adults, light years away from this, rolled their eyes and smirked and said, 'This too shall pass' - as if adolescence was a disease like chicken pox, something everyone recalled as a milk nuisance, completely forgetting how painful it had been at the time.