Now, after so many years, I understand what the Coldness was and where it came from—this sense that everything is lost, and worthless, and meaningless.

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

The worst is knowing I can't tell anybody what's happening -or what's happened- to me. Not even my mom.

So far I've seen the life studies packet used as (1) an umbrella, (2) a makeshift towel, (3) a pillow, and now this. I have never actually seen anyone study with it, which either means that everyone who graduates from Thomas Jefferson will be totally unprepared for life or that certain things can't be learned in bullet-point format.

Live free or die.

No guest rooms.” I shake my head resolutely. “I want to be in a room room. A lived-in room.

Love: a single word, a wispy thing, a word no bigger or longer than an edge.