Crying is you, plus tears

What about the rest of your life?" She shrugged. "What about it?" "Aren't you worried about, like, forever?" "Forever is composed of nows," she says.

I was born into Bolívar's labyrinth, and so I must believe in the hope of Rabelais' Great Perhaps.

People are supposed to care. It's good that people mean something to you, that you miss people when they're gone.

Caroline was always moody and miserable, but I liked it. I liked feeling as if she had chosen me as the only person in the world not to hate, and so we spent all this time together just ragging on everyone, you know?

I think all true stories are hopeful stories. I don't think there's any room for nihilism.

I was thinking about the universe wanting to be noticed, and how I had to notice it as best I could. I felt that I owed a debt to the universe that only my attention could repay, and also that I owed a debt to everybody who didn’t get to be a person anymore and everyone who hadn’t gotten to be a person yet.