My thoughts are starts I can't fathom into constellations.
Everything that comes together falls apart.
People believed in an afterlife because they couldn't bear not to.
The kiss lasted forever as Otto Frank kept talking from behind me. "And my conclusion is," he said, "since I had been in very good terms with Anne, that most parents don't know really their children.
I’ve always sort of preferred people who are not entirely likable.
pg. 231-232: They'd given me a minivan. They could have picked any car and they picked a minivan. A minivan. O God of the Vehicular Justice, why dost thou mock me? Minivan, you albatross around my neck! You mark of Cain! You wretched beast high ceilings and few horsepower!