This is unbearable ... God. These books she'll never read. Her Life's Library.

I tried to tell myself that it could be worse, that the world was not a wish-granting factory, that I was living with cancer not dying of it, that I mustn't let it kill me before it kills me.

Poetry is just so emo." he said. "Oh, the pain. The pain. It always rains. In my soul.

I think that it's a universal urge to have our pain not be felt alone and to have our joys not be felt alone.

I don't even know how ugly and pretty get decided.

The universe is biased toward consciousness because the universe wants to be noticed. It's a way into existential hope that doesn't have too much cliché wrapped around it.

I hated hurting him. Most of the time, I could forget about it, but the inexorable truth is this: They might be glad to have me around, but I was the alpha and the omega of my parents' suffering.