Droplets, droplets: We are all identical drips and drops of people, hovering, waiting to be tipped, waiting for someone to show us the way, to pour us down a path. ... He has tipped us over, all of us in our teetering expectancy, and now we are pouring toward him, coursing on a wave of sound, of roaring shouts and applause. ... They are the moon; we are a tide, their tide, and under their direction we will wipe clean all the sickness and blight from the world.

Black is too morbid; red will set them on edge; pink is too juvenile; orange is freakish

Holy mother of Lord Cocoa Puffs

I want to know." His words are a whisper, barely audible. "I want to know with you.

It won't matter if nobody ever thinks I'm pretty (although sometimes I wish, just for a second, that somebody would)

The most dangerous sicknesses are those that make us believe we are well

It was unfair that people could pretend to be one thing when they were really something else. That they would get you on their side and then do nothing but fail, and fail, and fail again. People should come with warnings, like cigarette packs: involvement would kill you over time.