The Colonel led all the cheers. Cornbread!" he screamed. CHICKEN!" the crowd responded. Rice!" PEAS!" And then, all together: "WE GOT HIGHER SATs." Hip Hip Hip Hooray!" the Colonel cried. YOU'LL BE WORKIN' FOR US SOMEDAY!

And then I screwed up and the Colonel screwed up and Takumi screwed up and she slipped through our fingers.

Amsterdam is like the rings of a tree: It gets older as you get closer to the center.

The important thing is not whatever nonsense the voices are saying, but what the voices are feeling.

The true ninja doesn't make a splash at all.

I feel like crying, so I must be crying, but it's impossible to tell because I'm underwater.

What matters to you defines your mattering.