Because it's kind of great, being an idea that everybody likes. But I could never be the idea to myself, not all the way.

Augustus: “You probably need some rest.” Me: “I’m okay.” Augustus: “Okay.” (Pause.) “What are you thinking about?” Me: “You.” Augustus: “What about me?” Me: “‘I do not know which to prefer, / The beauty of inflections / Or the beauty of innuendos, / The blackbird whistling / Or just after.’” Augustus: “God, you are sexy.” Me: “We could go to your room.” Augustus: “I’ve heard worse ideas.

All salvation is temporary

All at once, I couldn’t figure out why I was methodically tossing a spherical object through a toroidal object. It seemed like the stupidest thing I could possibly be doing.

I'm really not up for answering any questions that start with how, when, where, why or what.

Why are breakfast foods breakfast foods?

Love is keeping the promise anyway.