All representations of a thing are inherently abstract.

Ben's tongue is like sunscreen...It's good for your health and should be applied liberally.

More than anything, I felt the unfairness of it, the inarguable injustice of loving someone who might have loved you back but can't due to deadness, and then I leaned forward, my forehead against the back of Takumi's headrest, and I cried, whimpering, and I didn't even feel sadness so much as pain.

...I will continue to underscore that I don't think authorial intent is all that important to a reading experience, and I certainly don't think the job of reading is to divine authorial intent.

I realized it in waves and we held on to each other crying and I thought, God we must look so lame, but it doesn't matter much when you have just now realized, all the time later, that you are still alive.

The consequences of being un-cool feel so big that a lot of times you end of not finding ways to have open and honest conversations.

And people are moody, dude. You gotta get used to living with people.