You know, like when you look in the mirror and the thing you see is not the thing as it really is.

It took me a sleeve of Girl Scout Thin Mints and forty minutes to get over that boy.

Nothing has ever looked like that ever in all of human history.

Depression is a side effect of dying. (Almost everything is, really).

Jesus, I'm not going to be one of those people who sits around talking about what they're going to do. I'm just going to do it.

High school is neither a democracy nor a dictatorship - nor, contrary to popular belief, an anarchic state. High school is a divine-right monarchy. And when the queen goes on vacation, things change.

If you were to go, and hopefully someday you will, you would see a lot of paintings of dead people. You'd see Jesus on the cross, and you'd see a dude get stabbed in the neck, and you'd see people dying at sea and in battle and a parade of martyrs. But Not. One. Single. Cancer. Kid. Nobody biting it from the plague or smallpox or yellow fever or whatever, because there is no glory in illness. There is no meaning to it. There is no honor in dying of.