If I could do it all over again," he said, his speech slow and vaguely mangled by his massive lower lip, "I'd just let myself be trampled to death by the Satan Pig.

When we read the right book generously, it can change the way think about the world around us.

That's why I like you. Do you realize how rare it is to come across a hot girl who creates a adjectival version of the word pedophile? You are so busy being you that you have no idea how utterly unprecedented you are.

A taste so profound and complex that it can't even be compared to other tastes, only to emotions. Cheesy waffles, I was thinking, tastes like love without the fear of love's dissolution.

And yes, again, that was it exactly. A retyper and not a writer. A prodigy and not a genius.

I write about broken people who need other people in order to go on. But those are the only kind of people I know to exist. We are all broken.

You matter as much as the things that matter to you do.