I wouldn't know where to start." "He who chooses the beginning of the road chooses the place it leads to." "Thoreau?" "Harry Emerson Fosdick.

Who can judge the judge?

Teenagers. Everything is so apocalyptic.

You're not the only one falling

I couldn't sit by and watch them try to take her down. Not her.

Hey, Ethan." "Yeah?" "Remember the Twinkie on the bus? The one I gave you in second grade, the day we met?" "The one you found on the floor and gave me without telling me? Nice." He grinned and shot the ball. "It never really fell on the floor. I made that part up.

Maybe all crows were just creepy.