I’ve stopped thinking about it. I don’t have time to have a girlfriend. I have like a full-time job Learning How to Be Blind.

The light filtered throught the leaves and pine needles above as if through lace, the ground spotted in shadow.

I pulled the oxygen tubes from my nostrils and raised the tube up over my head, handing it to Dad. I wanted it to be just me and just him.

This is what I love about novels - both reading them and writing them. They jump into the abyss to be with you where you are.

The preciousness of the moment, which should make it easier to talk, makes it harder.

I'm so proud of you that it makes me proud of me. I hope you know that.

Every year, many, many stupid people graduate from college. And if they can do it, so can you.