... I didn't know whether to feel angry at her for making me part of her suicide or just to feel angry at myself for letting her go.

I’ve stopped thinking about it. I don’t have time to have a girlfriend. I have like a full-time job Learning How to Be Blind.

The phrase booze and mischief left me worrying I'd stumbled into what my mother referred to as "the wrong crowd," but for the wrong crowd, they both seemed awfully smart.

And as we kept driving north, the whole family in the care together, it got darker, and snowier, until finally the road delivered us to the one place that all my youthful trips west never could: home.

I don't know why boys expect us to like boy movies. We don't expect them to like girl movies.

Finally, I decided that the proper strategy was to stare back. Boys do not have a monopoly on the Staring Business.

It is so hard to leave—until you leave. And then it is the easiest goddamned thing in the world.