My head was level with hers as we stared at each other from opposite sides of the glass. I don't remember how it ended - if I went to bed or she did. In my memory, it doesn't end. We just stay there, looking at each other, forever.

So I wasn't lying, exactly. I was just choosing among truths.

Bro, it's dark. You can't go to a strange building with a mysterious address in the dark. Haven't you ever seen a horror movie?

All salvation is temporary

Reading forces you to be quiet in a world that no longer makes place for that.

What's the point in being alive if you don't at least try to do something remarkable? How very odd, to believe God gave you life, and yet not think that life asks more of you than watching TV.

All good American literature is always interested in people who are ambiguously heroic, like Gatsby.