I do my precalc homework, and then when I'm done I actually sit with the textbook for like three hours and try to understand what I just did. That's the kind of weekend it is--the kind where you have so much time you go past the answers and start looking into the ideas.

Only now that I loved a grenade did I understand the foolishness of trying to save others from my own impending fragmentation: I couldn’t unlove Augustus Waters. And I didn’t want to.

We do an epically bad job of acknowledging one another's work and checking our sources.

As a child I was an inveterate liar. As opposed to now, I am a Novelist.

And then it was the kind of dark your eyes never adjust to.

I don't think ministering requires a religious context. The number one thing is that every parent is extremely worried about their kid. Of course, when a chaplain shows up, that can exacerbate this worry rather than calm it.

I'm in love with you, and I'm not in the business of denying myself the simple pleasure of saying true things.