There is always the risk: something is good and good and good and good, then all at once it gets awkward.

At some point, you just pull off the Band-Aid, and it hurts, but then it's over and you're relieved.

I just want you to be happy. If that’s with me or with someone else or with nobody. I just want you to be happy.

feeling - probably for the first time in my life - the fear and excitement of living in a place where you never know what's going to happen or when.

Radar threw his books into his locker and shut it. Then the din of conversation around us quieted just a bit as he turned his eyes toward the heavens and shouted, "IT IS NOT MY FAULT THAT MY PARENTS OWN THE WORLD'S LARGEST COLLECTION OF BLACK SANTAS.

I really think that reading is just as important as writing when you're trying to be a writer because it's the only apprenticeship we have, it's the only way of learning how to write a story.

Even then, it hurt. The pain was always there, pulling me inside of myself, demanding to be felt. It always felt like I was waking up from the pain when something in the world outside of me suddenly required my comment or attention.