I find it really offensive when people say that the emotional experiences of teenagers are less real or less important than those of adults. I am an adult, and I used to be a teenager, and so I can tell you with some authority that my feelings then were as real as my feelings are now.

The real heroes anyway aren't the people doing things; the real heroes are the people NOTICING things, paying attention.

As much as life can suck, it always beats the alternative.

I didn't even know what the feeling was, really, just that there was a lot of it.

She had the kind of eyes that predisposed you to supporting her every endeavor.

I am concussed," I announced, entirely sure of my self-diagnosis.

Hi, I’m at the Speedway at Eighty-sixth and Ditch, and I need an ambulance. The great love of my life has a malfunctioning G-tube.