Waffles are just awesome bread.

You're arguing that the fragile, rare thing is beautiful simply because it is fragile and rare. But that's a lie, and you know it.

Because there is no glory in illness. There is no meaning to it. There is no honor in dying of.

When you acknowledge that there is nothing repulsive or unforgivable or shameful about yourself, it becomes easier to be that authentic person and feel like you're living a less performed life.

I could be worse, you know." "How?" I asked, teasing. "I mean, I have a work of calligraphy over my toilet that reads, 'Bathe yourself in the comfort of God's words,' Hazel. I could be way worse." "Sounds unsanitary," I said.

We only have so long to play in the dirt and ask questions of rivers.

You like someone who can't like you back because unrequited love can be survived in a way that once-requited love cannot.