Cold one day, sweet the next; irresistibly flirty one moment, resistibly obnoxious the next.

I write about broken people who need other people in order to go on. But those are the only kind of people I know to exist. We are all broken.

I'm a good person but a shitty writer. You're a shitty person but a good writer. We'd make a good team.

Ultimately, it doesn't matter if the author intended a symbol to be there, because the job of reading is not to understand the authors intend. The job of reading is to see into other people as we see ourselves.

As Alaska zipped through something obvious about linear equations, stoner/baller Hank Walsten said, "Wait, wait. I don't get it." "That's because you have eight functioning brain cells." "Studies show that Marijuana is better for your health than those cigarettes," Hank said. Alaska swallowed a mouthful of fries, took a drag on her cigarette, and blew a smoke at Hank. "I may die young," she said. "But at least I'll die smart. Now, back to tangents.

Caring doesn't sometimes lead to misery. It always does.

I hope you didn't bring the Asian kid along thinking he's a computer genius. Because I'm not," Takumi said.