And he found himself thinking that maybe stories don't just make us matter to each other - maybe they're also the only way to the infinite mattering he'd been after for so long.

Well, but you can eat Grandma's cookies. They're not bad for you. They were made by Grandma. Grandma wouldn't hurt you.

Our fearlessness shall be our secret weapon.

There are always answers. We just have to be smart enough.

We think that we are invincible because we are.

I kept it for myself like a keepsake, as if sharing the memory might lead to its dissipation.

I'm interested in Internet cultures. I'm interested in what the teenagers who drive the Internet culture are passionate about. I follow their lead - they go to tumblr, I go to tumblr.