I'd had nearly four years of experience looking at these clocks, but their sluggishness never ceased to surprise. If I am ever told that I have one day to live, I will head straight to the hallowed halls of Winter Park High School, where a day has been known to last a thousand years.

Sometimes the way you think about someone isn't the way they actually are.

But once that string gets cut, kid, you can't uncut it. Do you get what I'm saying?

The snow may be falling in the winter of my discontent, but at least I've got sarcastic company.

What a treacherous thing to believe that a person is more than a person.

All those paper people living in their paper houses, burning the future to stay warm.

I was thinking about this girl you love so much," she said, "And this place I love so much. And how that happens. How you can just fall into it.