it's weird how much people change. for example, when i was a kid i loved all of these things..and over time all of them just fell away, one after another, replaced by friends and IMing and cell phones and boys and clothes. it's kind of sad, if you think about it. like there's no continuity in people at all. like something ruptures when you hit twelve, or thirteen, or whatever the age is when you're no longer a kid but a "young adult," and after that you're a totally different person. maybe even a less happy person. maybe even a worse one.

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

This was what true fear was--that you could never know other people, not completely. That you were always just guessing blind.

Grief is like sinking, like being buried.

The sun has just risen, weak and watery-looking, like it had just spilled itself over the horizon and is too lazy to clean itself up.

Lindsay calls them the Pugs: pretty from far away, ugly up close.

In one of the tents, Julian is sleeping. And in another: Alex