Books are like tweets, except longer.

They were angry, I thought. Horrified. These teenagers, with their hormones, making out beneath a video broadcasting the shattered voice of a former father.

I couldn't hear a thing in the world but you. And it was so cold then, and so silent, and I loved you so much. Now it's hot and dead quiet again, and I love you still.

My thoughts are starts I can't fathom into constellations.

I am still bowled over by this great young adult novel by David Levithan called 'Every Day,' which is about a character with no gender or body who wakes up every day in the body of a different person. It's a really impressive execution of a really great premise.

‎"I go to seek a Great Perhaps.

It's embarrassing that we all just walk through life blindly accepting that scrambled eggs are fundamentally associated with mornings.