He rises over me, a second sun, and fills me with light and heat.

But still, it looked completely natural, as if we had been kissing at the ends of sentences for ages, while the rest of the world was still hung up on punctuation.

A heroin-thin boy with enough rings in his eyebrows to resemble a shower curtain rod.

There are some things we do because we convince ourselves it would be better for everyone involved. We tell ourselves that it's the right thing to do, the altruistic thing to do. It's far easier than telling ourselves the truth.

I found plain truth very interesting.

Kids think with their brains cracked wide open; becoming an adult, I've decided, is only a slow sewing shut.

I think that ordinary people who are placed in extraordinary circumstances find themselves pushed beyond their limits, and learn new truths about themselves.