I can't be you. You can't be me. You can imagine another well—but never quite perfectly, you know?

Pudge, my friend, we are indefuckingstructible.

He puts the killing thing in his mouth but doesn't give it the power to kill him.

I wouldn’t have a career if it weren’t for independent bookstores.

Just move to the Internet, its great here. We get to live inside where the weather is always awesome.

Reading a good book helps us to feel un-alone.

That deep, can-still-taste-her-in-my-mouth sleep.