Can I ask you about Caroline Mathers?" "And you say there's no afterlife.

The things I would do to that boy. I mean, not now that I know you're interested in him. But, oh, sweet holy Lord, I would ride that one-legged pony all the way around the corral." "Kaitlyn," I said. "Sorry. Do you think you'd have to be on top?" "Kaitlyn," I said.

We're professional worriers. You're constantly imagining things that could go wrong and then writing about them.

All the things paper-thin and paper-frail, and all the people too.

Nothing's wrong. Everything's right. Things couldn't be righter. Things could be less tired. They could be less busy. They could be less caffeinated. But they couldn't be righter.

See, popularity is complicated. You have to spend a lot of time thinking about liking; you have to really like being liked, and also sort like being disliked.

Light, the visible reminder of Invisible Light.