It's not fair," I said. "It's just so goddamned unfair." "The world," he said, "is not a wishgranting factory.

You're arguing that the fragile, rare thing is beautiful simply because it is fragile and rare. But that's a lie, and you know it.

Television is a passivity.

There is only one things in this world shittier than biting it from cancer when you're sixteen, and that's having a kid who bites it from cancer.

There's a place in the brain for knowing what cannot be remembered.

I couldn’t help but think about school and everything else ending. I liked standing just outside the couches and watching them—it was a kind of sad I didn’t mind, and so I just listened, letting all the happiness and the sadness of this ending swirl around in me, each sharpening the other. For the longest time, it felt kind of like my chest was cracking open, but not precisely in an unpleasant way.

But that part of us greater than the sum of our parts cannot begin and cannot end, and so it cannot fail