I look for places like me: big, hollow, forgotten by most everyone.

if there isn’t a them, there can’t be an us.

The way i see it, love is just a bigger, stickier form of trust.

I ...understand how a parent might hit a child- it's because you can look into their eyes and see a reflection of yourself that you wish you hadn't.

There is no cosmic scale on which you can weigh your actions; you learn too late what choices ruin the fragile balance.

This is what I like about photographs. They're proof that once, even if just for a heartbeat, everything was perfect.

Ask a kid who's struggling in math if he likes being in a mixed-level class, and he'll tell you he feels like a moron. Ask the math genius if he likes being in a mixed-level class, and he'll tell you he's sick of doing all the work during group projects. Sometimes, it's better to sort like with like.