The thing about chameleoning your way through life is that it gets to where nothing is real.

Okay, maybe I'm not such a shitty writer. But I can't pull my ideas together, Van Houten. My thoughts are stars I can't fathom into constellations.

In our hyper-secular world, worship is still inevitable. But it is vital to remember that our gods don't choose us, we choose them.

He responded a few minutes later. Okay. I wrote back. Okay. He responded: Oh, my God, stop flirting with me!

If I ever end up being the kind of person who has one kid and seven bedrooms. Do me a favor and shoot me.

We had to forgive to survive the labyrinth

That was part of her, and you used to know it. It's like now you only care about the Alaska you made up.