I hated sports. I hated sports, and I hated people who played them, and I hated people who watched them, and I hated people who didn't hate people who watched or played them.

Right. I'd forgotten about her.' He shook his head. 'That keeps happening.

The internet is necessarily public. It can be filtered-public or censored-public, but it necessarily has to be open and available.

I came to the conclusion a while ago that there is nothing romantic or supernatural about loving someone: Love is the privilege of being responsible for another. It was, for a time, what kept me going: Each morning, for a little while, I got to feel the weight of the yoke on my back as I pulled the ancient cart of my species.

I am a grenade," I said again. "I just want to stay away from people and read books and think and be with you guys because there's nothing I can do about hurting you: You're too invested, so just please let me do that, okay? "I'm going to go to my room and read for awhile, okay? I'm fine. I really am fine: I just want to go read for a while.

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

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