I opened the door. He looked down at my shirt and smiled. "Funny," he said. "Don't call my boobs funny," I answered.

but even if we survive the collapse of our sun, we will not survive forever.

She did not need to fold into herself and self-destruct. Those awful things are survivable, because we are as indestructible as we believe ourselves to be. When adults say, "Teenagers think the hate invincible," with that sly, stupid smile on their faces, they don't know how right they are. We need never be hopeless, because we can never be irreparably broken.

We're invisible. I've never been here with someone else. It's different being invisible with someone.

I didn’t need you, you idiot. I picked you. And then you picked me back.

Suffering is universal. it’s the one thing Buddhists, Christians, and Muslims are all worried about.

Ultimately what I like about reading together is that we all make it happen together. Of course even amid shared experience we’re still alone… each reading of each book is unique. But what a comfort it is to share readings and experiences. How lucky we are when we get to be alone together.