Radar threw his books into his locker and shut it. Then the din of conversation around us quieted just a bit as he turned his eyes toward the heavens and shouted, "IT IS NOT MY FAULT THAT MY PARENTS OWN THE WORLD'S LARGEST COLLECTION OF BLACK SANTAS.

...It sounded like a dragon breathing in time with me, like I had this pet dragon who was cuddled up next to me and cared enough about me to time his breaths to mine.

We did a few things worth remembering, and I wish for someone to remember them.

It's just that I learned a while ago that the best way to get people to like you is not to like them too much.

I have an Augustus Waters fetish.

It is easy to forget how full the world is of people, full to bursting, and each of them imaginable and consistently misimagined.

Maybe there is something you're afraid to say, or someone you're afraid to love, or somewhere you're afraid to go. It's gonna hurt. It's gonna hurt because it matters.