Colin did not laugh. Instead he thought, Tampons have strings? Why? Of all the major human mysteries - God, the nature of the universe, etc. - he knew the least about tampons. To Colin, tampons were a little bit like grizzly bears: he was aware of their existence, but he'd never seen on in the wild, and didn't really care to.

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

But I believe in true love, you know? I don't believe that everybody gets to keep their eyes or not get sick or whatever, but everybody should have true love, and it should last at least as long as your life does.

There are times when you just have to let it all out. All the anger, all the pain.

If only we could see the endless string of consequences that result from our smallest actions. But we can't know better until knowing better is useless.

We cannot be born, and we cannot die. Like all energy, we can only change shapes and sizes and manifestations.

It's fine," I repeated. And whatever. It was fine. It had to be.