The truth hurts because it's real. It hurts because it mattered. And that's an important thing to acknowledge to yourself.

And as paralyzing and upsetting as all the never agains were, the final leaving felt perfect. Pure. The most distilled possible form of liberation. Everything that mattered except one lousy picture was in the trash, but it felt so great. I started jogging, wanting to put even more distance between myself and school. It is so hard to leave—until you leave. And then it is the easiest goddamned thing in the world.

Tonight, darling, we are going to right a lot of wrongs.

Colin had always preferred baths; one of his general policies in life was never to do anything standing up that could just as easily be done lying down

Alaska decided to go help Dolores with dinner. She said that it was sexist to leave the cooking to the women, but better to have good sexist food than crappy boy-prepared food.

At some point, you gotta stop looking up at the sky, or one of these days you'll look back down and see that you floated away, too.

Maybe all the strings inside him broke.