Does my eye look okay to you?

You will not kill my girlfriend today, International Terrorists of Ambiguous Nationality!

People, I thought, wanted security. They couldn't bear the idea of death being a big black nothing, couldn't bear the thought of their loved ones not existing, and couldn't even imagine themselves not existing. I finally decided that people believed in an afterlife because they couldn't bear not to.

The only way out of the labyrinth of suffering is to forgive.

Look, let me just say it: He was hot. A nonhot boy stares at you relentlessly and it is, at best, awkward and, at worst, a form of assault. But a hot boy . . . well.

You say you're not special because the world doesn't know about you, but that's an insult to me. I know about you.

My responsibility is to try to tell true stories. To me a true story is always hopeful, but never simply, uncomplicatedly happy.