Are you currently at your house?" he asked. "Um, no," I said. "That was a trick question. I knew the answer, because I am currently at your house.

I’m not up for laughing, but their laughter makes the room feel safer, so we begin to explore.

You had been a paper boy to me all these years - two dimensions as a character on the page and two different, but still flat, dimensions as a person. But that night you turned out to be real.

What is the point of being alive if you don't at least try to do something remarkable?

the point is that there are always answers.

A Margo for each of us--and each more mirror than window.

The pure and simple truth Is rarely pure and never simple. What's a boy to do When lies and truth are both sinful?