We are greater than the sum of our parts.

The real heroes anyway aren't the people doing things; the real heroes are the people NOTICING things, paying attention.

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

What happens in the band room stays in the band room.

Sometimes, you read a book and it fills you with this weird evangelical zeal, and you become convinced that the shattered world will never be put back together unless and until all living humans read the book.

I call my mom from the car. I tell her that Neutral Milk Hotel is playing at the Hideout and she says, "Who? What? You're hiding out?" And then I hum a few bars of one of their songs and Mom says, "Oh, I know that song. It's on the mix you made me," and I say, "Right," and she says, "Well you have to be back by eleven," and I say, "Mom this is a historical event. History doesn't have a curfew," and she says, "Back by eleven," and I say, "Fine. Jesus," and then she has to go cut cancer out of someone.

I came here looking for a Great Perhaps, for real friends and a more-than-minor life.