If I'm too old to be Emo, how do you account for the very Emo and very old Edgar Allan Poe? Checkmate!

Coal miners don't get coal miners' block.

People, I thought, wanted security. They couldn't bear the idea of death being a big black nothing, couldn't bear the thought of their loved ones not existing, and couldn't even imagine themselves not existing. I finally decided that people believed in an afterlife because they couldn't bear not to.

I'm a grenade, I just want to stay away from people and read books, and think.

he is both the source of my happiness and the one i want to share it with. i have to believe that’s a sign.

Writing, or at least good writing, is an outgrowth of that urge to use language to communicate complex ideas and experiences between people. And that's true whether you're reading Shakespeare or bad vampire fiction-reading is always an act of empathy. It's always an imagining of what it's like to be someone else.

And I agreed, but still, she owed us an explanation. If she was up there, down there, out there, somewhere, maybe she would laugh.