I would always love Alaska Young, my crooked neighbor, with all my crooked heart.
Sometimes people don't understand the promises they're making when they make them.
Books are like tweets, except longer.
I came here looking for a Great Perhaps, for real friends and a more-than-minor life.
The minister said, “Let us pray,” but as everyone else bowed their head, I could only stare slack-jawed at the sight of Peter Van Houten. After a moment, he whispered, “We gotta fake pray,” and bowed his head.
I am a giant squid of anger.