So I walked back to my room and collapsed on the bottom bunk, thinking that if people were rain, I was drizzle and she was a hurricane.

Miles, as in 'to go before I sleep'?

It's almost as if the way you imagine my dead self says more about you than it says about either the person I was or the whatever I am now.

The job of reading is to use stories as a way into seeing other people as we see ourselves

The pleasure of remembering had been taken from me, there was no longer anyone to remember with.

C'mon Pudge. I'm teasing. You have to be tough. I didn't know how bad it was-- and I'm sorry, and they'll regret it-- but you have to be tough.

I have never really thought of him as a person, either.... A guy whose strings were broken, who didn’t feel the root of his leaves of grass connected to the field, a guy who was cracked. Like me.