You listen to people so that you can imagine them, and you hear all the terrible and wonderful things people do to themselves and to one another, but in the end the listening exposes you even more than it exposes the people you're trying to listen to.

I’m on a roller coaster that only goes up, my friend.

Eternity bids thee to forget.

Walt Whitman is HOT! I mean, that guy could sound his barbaric yawps over the roofs of my world any time.

If I could just stay alive for a week, I’d know the unwritten secrets of Anna’s mom and the Dutch Tulip Guy.

I don't believe in prom,' I reminded her as she rounded a corner. I expertly angled my raisin bran to accomodate the g-forces. I'd done this before.

Because it's kind of great, being an idea that everybody likes. But I could never be the idea to myself, not all the way.