It is easy to forget how full the world is of people, full to bursting, and each of them imaginable and consistently misimagined.

In English, we don't have a word for people who aren't virgins. What the non-virgin lexical gap really made me think was that our obsession with sexual purity is such that once you are no longer this THING, you are indescribable.

Crying adds something: crying is you, plus tears. But the feeling Colin had was some horrible opposite of crying. It was you, minus something. He kept thinking about one word - forever - and felt the burning ache just beneath his rib cage.

The pleasure isn't in doing the thing, the pleasure is in planning it.

Reading forces you to be quiet in a world that no longer makes place for that.

It's like people believe all you need to do is like the same bands in order to be soulmates. Or book. Oh my god...you like The Outsiders too...it's like we're the same person! No, we're not. It's like we have the same English teacher. There's a difference.

If you don't imagine, nothing ever happens at all.