She walks lightly, old man. She walks lightly upon the earth.

Nostalgia is inevitably a yearning for a past that never existed and when I'm writing, there are no bees to sting me out of my sentimentality. For me at least, fiction is the only way I can even begin to twist my lying memories into something true.

I hope you didn't bring the Asian kid along thinking he's a computer genius. Because I'm not," Takumi said.

You were clearly not doing your part in the clover search, perv.

But there are a thousand ways to look at it: maybe the strings break, or maybe our ship s sink, or maybe we're grass--our roots so interdependent that no one is dead as long as someone is still alive. We don't suffer from a shortage of metaphors, is what I mean. But you have to be careful which metaphor you choose, because it matters.

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

You will go to the paper towns and never come back.