Thank you," I say, pounding his back probably too hard. "That was the best damned passenger-seat driving I've ever seen in my life." He pats my uninjured cheek with his greasy hand. "I did it to save myself, not you," he says. "Believe me when I say that you did not once cross my mind. " I laugh. "Nor you mine," I say.

I find it really offensive when people say that the emotional experiences of teenagers are less real or less important than those of adults. I am an adult, and I used to be a teenager, and so I can tell you with some authority that my feelings then were as real as my feelings are now.

He missed his imagined future.

I was thinking about this girl you love so much," she said, "And this place I love so much. And how that happens. How you can just fall into it.

You can't just make me different, and the leave. Because I was fine before.

The human tongue is like wasabi: it's very powerful, and should be used sparingly.

Books are like tweets, except longer.