If people could see me the way I see myself - if they could live in my memories - would anyone love me?
But once that string gets cut, kid, you can't uncut it. Do you get what I'm saying?
The preciousness of the moment, which should make it easier to talk, makes it harder.
I would always love Alaska Young, my crooked neighbor, with all my crooked heart.
It is not my fault that my parents own the world's largest collection of black Santas.
Imagining the future is a kind of nostalgia. (...) You spend your whole life stuck in the labyrinth, thinking about how you'll escape it one day, and how awesome it will be, and imagining that future keeps you going, but you never do it. You just use the future to escape the present.