Leaving feels too good, once you leave.

I wanted to, you know, get my story out in the world, which, it turns out, is a very misguided notion.

Real gangster-ass Nerdfighters don't run from nothing... 'cause real gangster-ass Nerdfighters can't run fast.

I hated sports. I hated sports, and I hated people who played them, and I hated people who watched them, and I hated people who didn't hate people who watched or played them.

She had the kind of eyes that predisposed you to supporting her every endeavor.

You die in the middle of your life.

I just want to do something that matters. Or be something that matters. I just want to matter.