I'd lost count of the disappointments.

I didn't feel empty. I wished I'd felt empty. ... I wanted to be empty like an overturned pitcher. But I was full like a stone.

Sometimes I can feel my bones straining under the weight of all the lives I'm not living.

No matter how much I feel, I’m not going to let it out. If I have to cry, I’m gonna cry on the inside. If I have to bleed, I’ll bruise. If my heart starts going crazy, I’m not gonna tell everyone in the world about it. It doesn’t help anything. It just makes everyone’s life worse.

I flipped back through the pad of paper while I thought about what Stephen Hawking would do next.

When you look up 'hilarious' in the dictionary, there's a picture of you.

Why didn't he say goodbye? I gave myself a bruise. Why didn't he say 'I love you'?