Witness also that when we talk about literature, we do so in the present tense. When we speak of the dead, we are not so kind.

I stood under the awning for a moment, but finally I decided that being in a bad mood with your friends beats being in a bad mood without them.

This is so much fun, but I’m so sleepy. To be continued?

Maybe life is not about accomplishing some bullshit markers.

I think that it's a universal urge to have our pain not be felt alone and to have our joys not be felt alone.

That's how writing works, at least for me: even the stuff that doesn't work out gets funneled into the stuff that does work out.

When adults say, "Teenagers think they are invincible" with that sly, stupid smile on their faces, they don't know how right they are. We need never be hopeless, because we can never be irreparably broken. We think that we are invincible because we are. We cannot be born, and we cannot die. Like all energy, we can only change shapes and sizes and manifestations. They forget that when they get old. They get scared of losing and failing. But that part of us greater than the sum of our parts cannot begin and cannot end, and so it cannot fail.