All the things paper-thin and paper-frail, and all the people too.

The world went on, as it does, without my full participation, and I only woke up from the reverie when someone said my name.

My thoughts are stars I cannot fathom into constellations.

Of course, sweetie," his mom said. "We'll be here all day. You just come down whenever you want and we love you and you're so so special, Colin, and you can't possibly let this girl make you think otherwise because you are the most magnificent, brilliant boy-" And right then, the most special, magnificent, brilliant boy bolted into his bathroom and puked his guts out. An explosion, sort of.

The way we still essentializ, we're constantly essentializing people as merely poor, or merely other, and in the end you can't have a relationship with people. I think the biggest job of adulthood is to learn to imagine other people complexly.

He liked the mere act of reading, the magic of turning scratches on a page into words inside his head.

Good friends are hard to find and impossible to forget.