So I was ugly. I was never fat, really, and I never wore headgear or had zits or anything. But I was ugly. I don't even know how ugly and pretty get decided - maybe there's like a secret cabal of boys who meet in the locker room and decide who's ugly and who's hot, because as far as I can remember, there was no such thing as a hot fourth-grader. - Lindsey Lee Wells

But mothers lie. It's in the job description.

I'm a grenade, I just want to stay away from people and read books, and think.

Dear Jane, Just so you know: e. e. cummings cheated on both of his wives. With prostitutes. Yours, Will Grayson

That feeling of finishedness does not come all at once, and it is not easily won, but I think once you get there it is hard to go back.

Not to ask the obvious question, but why Alaska?

dating you would be like a series of unnecessary root canals interspersed with occasional makeout sessions.