We’re as likely to hurt the universe as we are to help it, and we’re not likely to do either.

All those paper people living in their paper houses, burning the future to stay warm.

Who would you die for? Who would you wake up at five forty-five in the morning for even though you don't even know why he needs you?

At some point, I realized I was Kaitlyning the encounter, so I decided to text Kaitlyn and ask for some advice.

Tiny Cooper is splayed out across the thin carpet, using his backpack as a pillow. He’s wearing skinny jeans, which look very much like denim sausage casings.

We did a few things worth remembering, and I wish for someone to remember them.

I don't suppose I can wear the flamingo tie," he said as he pulled on black socks. "It's a bit festive, given the occasion," I responded. "Can't wear it to the opera," said the Colonel, almost smiling. "Can't wear it to a funeral. Can't use it to hang myself. It's a bit useless, as ties go." I gave him a tie.