Lena Smoothed her hair. "Crazy weather you have down here.

Sunday night, I reread The Catcher in the Rye until I felt tired enough to fall asleep. Only I never got tired enough. And I couldn't read, because reading didn't feel the same.

Summer School: Never stop learnin' if you want to stop earnin'. I'm reasonably sure there G's in learning and earning.

The thing about fate is, are you the master of your fate, or are the stars?

The guy thought he was Mick Jagger. I felt bad for him.

The poems are all wrong. It's a bang, a really big bang. Not a whimper. And sometimes gold can stay.

the missing piece my breath my heart my memory me the other half the missing half