I'm not sure if I'm depressed. I mean, I'm not exactly sad. But I'm not exactly happy either. I can laugh and joke and smile during the day, But sometimes when I'm alone at night I forget how to feel.

Margo always loved mysteries. And in everything that came afterward, I could never stop thinking that maybe she loved mysteries so much that she became one.

Indiana,’ he said. ‘They steal the land from the Indians and leave the name, yes?

Cold one day, sweet the next; irresistibly flirty one moment, resistibly obnoxious the next.

Of course, sweetie," his mom said. "We'll be here all day. You just come down whenever you want and we love you and you're so so special, Colin, and you can't possibly let this girl make you think otherwise because you are the most magnificent, brilliant boy-" And right then, the most special, magnificent, brilliant boy bolted into his bathroom and puked his guts out. An explosion, sort of.

Leaving feels too good, once you leave.

Suffering is universal. it’s the one thing Buddhists, Christians, and Muslims are all worried about.