I couldn't hear a thing in the world but you. And it was so cold then, and so silent, and I loved you so much. Now it's hot and dead quiet again, and I love you still.

The human tongue is like wasabi: it's very powerful, and should be used sparingly.

Because it's kind of great, being an idea that everybody likes. But I could never be the idea to myself, not all the way.

In my opinion, actual heroism, like actual love, is a messy, painful, vulnerable business—and I wanted to try to reflect that.

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.

She's cute, I thought, but you don't need to like a girl who treats you like you're ten: You've already got a mom.

And then I was asleep. That deep, can-still-taste-her-in-my-mouth sleep, that sleep that is not particularly restful but difficult to wake up from all the same.