The weird thing about houses is that they almost always look like nothing is happening inside of them, even though they contain most of our lives. I wondered if that was sort of the point of architecture.

Even with everything broken and decided inside her she couldn't quite allow herself to disappear for good.

Me: "If you want me to be a teenager, don't send me to Support Group. Buy me a fake ID so I can go to clubs, drink vodka, and take pot." Mom: "You don't take pot, for starters." Me: "See, that's the kind of thing I'd know if you got me a fake ID.

In retrospect Hank I don't know why I spent four years writing this book when I could have just made a hit sing-a-ma-jig album.

She was not an adventure, she was not a fine and precious thing. She was a girl.

Witness also that when we talk about literature, we do so in the present tense. When we speak of the dead, we are not so kind.

Just spend a few more months playing video games. That hand-eye coordination will come in handy when you get to third base.