I realized it in waves and we held on to each other crying and I thought, God we must look so lame, but it doesn't matter much when you have just now realized, all the time later, that you are still alive.

The beautiful thing about driving was that it stole just enough of his attention - car parked on the side, maybe a cop, slow to speed limit, time to pass this sixteen-wheeler, turn signal, check rearview, crane neck to check blind spot and yes, okay, left lane.

You can't just make me different and then leave. You can't. You can't change me and make my whole life centered around you, then leave.

You say you're not special because the world doesn't know about you, but that's an insult to me. I know about you.

Okay is BURSTING with sensuality

What a treacherous thing to believe that a person is more than a person.

Nerd life is just so much better than regular life.