She’s the kind of person who either dies tragically at twenty-seven, like Jimi Hendrix and Janis Joplin, or else grows up to win, like, the first-ever Nobel Prize for Awesome.

At some point, you gotta stop looking up at the sky, or one of these days you'll look back down and see that you floated away, too.

Because no one thought she was a person, she had no one to really talk to.

How can you seperate those things though? The people are the place is the people.

Writing is something you do alone. It's a profession for introverts who wanna tell you a story but don't wanna make eye contact while telling it

This one's for Alaska Young!

And he found himself thinking that maybe stories don't just make us matter to each other - maybe they're also the only way to the infinite mattering he'd been after for so long.