To be fair to Monica," I said, "what you did to her wasn't very nice either." "What'd I do to her?" he asked, defensive. "You know, going blind and everything." "But that's not my fault," Isaac said. "I'm not saying it was your fault. I'm saying it wasn't nice.

I've gotten really hot since you went blind.

We don't suffer from a shortage of metaphors . . . But you have to be careful which metaphor you choose, because it matters.

So keeping the box closed just keeps you in the dark, not the universe.

The past feels distant, even when it's near. The future feels assured, even when it isn't.

I really think that reading is just as important as writing when you're trying to be a writer because it's the only apprenticeship we have, it's the only way of learning how to write a story.

The fourth way to get a boy to like you is to be yourself. Now, I am contractually obligated as an adult to give that advice, even though it doesn't work. But yeah, be yourself, even though no one has any idea what it means to be yourself. Like whose self would I otherwise be being?