but there was nothing I could do to dim the supernovae exploding inside my brain, an endless chain of intra cranial firecrackers

standing in line is a form of oppression

I’ve always sort of preferred people who are not entirely likable.

It's hard to believe in coincidence, but it's even harder to believe in anything else.

How can you read and talk at the same time?” I asked. “Well, I usually can’t, but neither the book nor the conversation is particularly intellectually challenging.

If people were like rain, I was like drizzle and she was a hurricane.

And as paralyzing and upsetting as all the never agains were, the final leaving felt perfect. Pure. The most distilled possible form of liberation. Everything that mattered except one lousy picture was in the trash, but it felt so great. I started jogging, wanting to put even more distance between myself and school. It is so hard to leave—until you leave. And then it is the easiest goddamned thing in the world.