I wouldn’t have a career if it weren’t for independent bookstores.
Not that smart. Not that hot. Not that nice. Not that funny. That's me: I'm not that.
the existence of broccoli does not in any way affect the taste of chocolate
I went on spouting bullshit Encouragements as Gus's parents, arm in arm, hugged each other and nodded at every word. Funerals, I had decided, are for the living.
...It was nice to spend time with someone so interesting.
I didn’t need you, you idiot. I picked you. And then you picked me back.