Finally, I decided that the proper strategy was to stare back. Boys do not have a monopoly on the Staring Business.

You live for pretentious metaphors.

My regret was immediate and permanent and useless.

See, popularity is complicated. You have to spend a lot of time thinking about liking; you have to really like being liked, and also sort like being disliked.

I think if you keep the box closed long enough you do kill the cat, actually.

That was part of her, and you used to know it. It's like now you only care about the Alaska you made up.

I don't really want to be the costar of anyone's life.