Walt Whitman is HOT! I mean, that guy could sound his barbaric yawps over the roofs of my world any time.

There is no Them. There are only facets of Us.

And on the last day, the bad days become so difficult to recall, because one way or another, she had made a life here, just as I had. The town was paper, but the memories were not. All the things I’d done here, all the love and pity and compassion and violence and spite, kept welling up inside me.

And it was just the three of us - three bodies and two people - the three who knew what had happened and too many layers between all of us too much keeping us from one another.

Our fearlessness shall be our secret weapon.

You can pick your friends, and you can pick your nose, but you can’t pick your friend’s nose.

This one's for Alaska Young!