But there's so much to do: cigarettes to smoke, sex to have, swings to swing on.

And as paralyzing and upsetting as all the never agains were, the final leaving felt perfect. Pure. The most distilled possible form of liberation.

Indiana,’ he said. ‘They steal the land from the Indians and leave the name, yes?

Harry Potter isn’t real? Oh no! Wait, wait, what do you mean by real? Is this video blog real? Am I real if you can see me and hear me, but only through the internet? Are you real if I can read your comment but I don’t know who you are or what your name is or where you’re from or what you look like or how old you are? I know all of those things about Harry Potter. Maybe Harry Potter’s real and you’re not.

Were she better or you sicker, then the stars would not be so terribly crossed, but it is the nature of the stars to cross.

If drunk were cookies, I'd be Famous Amos

Maybe some people need to believe in a proper and omnipotent God to pray, but I don't.