The greatest myth of all is what America is. I think that America is such an incredibly dynamic place because of immigration.

You were at the age where you could fall in love with a girl over an expression, over a gesture

Instead of finding himself in nerd heaven—where every nerd gets fifty-eight virgins to role-play with—he woke up in Robert Wood Johnson with two broken legs and a separated shoulder, feeling like, well, he'd jumped off the New Brunswick train bridge.

That was the summer when everything we would become was hovering just over our heads.

You eventually erase her contact info from your phone but not the pictures you took of her in bed while she was naked and asleep, never those.

You keep waiting for the heaviness to leave you. You keep waiting for the moment you never think about the ex again. It doesn't come.

When she smiles niggers ask her for her hand in marriage; when I smile folks check their wallets.