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 am still bowled over by this great young adult novel by David Levithan called 'Every Day,' which is about a character with no gender or body who wakes up every day in the body of a different person. It's a really impressive execution of a really great premise.

I've lived here for eighteen years and I have never once in my life come across anyone who cares about anything that matters.

At some point, you gotta stop looking up at the sky, or one of these days you'll look back down and see that you floated away, too.

He told me this while ripping through his duffel bag, throwing clothes into drawers with reckless abandon. Chip did not believe in having a sock drawer or a T-shirt drawer. He believed that all drawers were created equal and filled each with whatever fit. My mother would have died.

It's not life or death, the labyrinth. Suffering. Doing wrong and having wrong things happen to you. That's the problem. Bolivar was talking about the pain, not about the living or dying. How do you get out of the labyrinth of suffering?

Okay is BURSTING with sensuality