We're invisible. I've never been here with someone else. It's different being invisible with someone.

The rules of capitalization are so unfair to words in the middle of a sentence.

For me, the hero’s journey is not the voyage from weakness to strength. The true hero’s journey is the voyage from strength to weakness.

Because there is no glory in illness. There is no meaning to it. There is no honor in dying of.

Half-drunk on well-creamed gas station coffee and the exhilarating loneliness of a freeway in nighttime.

You never know. It's just. It's like. POOF. And you're gone.

The kiss lasted forever as Otto Frank kept talking from behind me. "And my conclusion is," he said, "since I had been in very good terms with Anne, that most parents don't know really their children.