Waffles are just awesome bread.

The world is not a wish-granting factory.

Books—they weren't ladders out of the abyss, but they were companions.

I have never really thought of him as a person, either.... A guy whose strings were broken, who didn’t feel the root of his leaves of grass connected to the field, a guy who was cracked. Like me.

When you're walking home at night, do you even get creeped out and even though it's silly and embarrassing you just want to run home?" It seemed too secret and personal to admit to virtual stranger, but I told her, "Yeah, totally." For a moment, she was quiet. Then she grabbed my hand, whispered, "Run run run run run," and took off, pulling me behind her.

At some point we all look up and realize we are lost in a maze.

People are supposed to care. It's good that people mean something to you, that you miss people when they're gone.