By saying you don’t care if the world falls apart, in some small way you’re saying you want it to stay together, on your own terms.

I tried to tell myself that it could be worse, that the world was not a wish-granting factory, that I was living with cancer not dying of it, that I mustn't let it kill me before it kills me.

The fourth way to get a boy to like you is to be yourself. Now, I am contractually obligated as an adult to give that advice, even though it doesn't work. But yeah, be yourself, even though no one has any idea what it means to be yourself. Like whose self would I otherwise be being?

We have to live with ambiguity. We have to give ourselves over to it. The question is: How? How are we going to live in a universe where important questions will always go unanswered?

It is so hard to leave—until you leave. And then it is the easiest goddamned thing in the world.

And yes, again, that was it exactly. A retyper and not a writer. A prodigy and not a genius.

You like someone who can't like you back because unrequited love can be survived in a way that once-requited love cannot.