This was what I liked most about my friends: just sitting around & telling stories.

That’s part of what I like about the book in some ways. It portrays death truthfully. You die in the middle of your life, in the middle of a sentence

I wanted to know that he would be okay if I died. I wanted to not be a grenade, to not be a malevolent force in the lives of people I loved.

But it was only hot outside, and generally I only walked outside between one air-conditioned place to another.

When we think of death, we often imagine it as happening in degrees: We think of a sick person becoming less and less alive until finally they are gone.

It is very sad to me that some people are so intent on leaving their mark on the world that they don’t care if that mark is a scar.

She never liked me much, but she sure loved me