And I wanted to tell her that the pleasure for me wasn't planning or doing or leaving; the pleasure was in seeing our strings cross and separate and then come back together.

weltschmerz: its the depression you feel when the world as it is does not line up with the world as you think it should be.

So I walked back to my room and collapsed on the bottom bunk, thinking that if people were rain, I was drizzle and she was a hurricane.

Colin's skin was alive with the feeling of connection to everyone in that car and everyone not in it. And he was feeling not-unique in the very best possible way.

In the end, what you do isn't going to be nearly as interesting or important as who you do it with.

I don't like reindeer. They seem like regular deer, only more dangerous.

You either have a great social life and shitty taste in music, or a fantastic taste in music with barely any social life.