Oh, Wikipedia, with your tension between those who would share knowledge and those who would destroy it.

. . . Endlessness is a really strange idea in a universe that is defined by its endings.

At least it was instant. At least there wasn't any pain." I knew he was only trying to help, but he didn't get it. There was pain. A dul endless pain in my gut that wouldn't go away even when I knelt on the stingingly frozen tile of the bathroom, dry-heaving.

You don't get to choose if you get hurt in this world...but you do have some say in who hurts you. I like my choices.

He knew he couldn't tell stories, that he always included extraneous details & tangents that interested only him.

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.

Margo always loved mysteries. And in everything that came afterward, I could never stop thinking that maybe she loved mysteries so much that she became one.