That's what Zombieland is: frozen, calm, quiet.

My stomach gets that hollowed-out feeling. It's amazing how words can do that, just shred your insides apart.

But it does not tell you this: that love will turn the whole world into something greater than itself.

I am growing stronger. I am a stone being excavated by the slow passage of water; I am wood charred by a fire.

There is only what you want and what happens. There is only grabbing on and holding tight in the darkness.

Popularity's a weird thing. You can't really define it, and it's not cool to talk about, but you know it when you see it. Like a lazy eye, or porn.

...and once at Hana's house, when we stole some blackberry liqueur from her parents' liquor cabinet and drank until the ceiling started spinning overhead. Hana was laughing and giggling, but I didn't like it, didn't like the sweet sick taste in my mouth or the way my thoughts seemed to break apart like a mist in the sun.