Fred is officially the mayor of Portland now.

i suppose that's the secret, if you're ever wishing for things to back the way they were. You just have to look up.

That's when you realize that most of it-life, the relentless mechanism of existing-isn't about you. It doesn't include you at all. It will thrust onward even after you've jumped the edge. Even after you're dead.

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

Love, the deadliest of all things: It kills you both when you have it and when you don't. But that isn't it, exactly. The condemner and the condemned. The executioner; the blade; the last-minute reprieve; the gasping breath and the rolling sky above you and the thank you, thank you, thank you God. Love: It will kill you and save you, both.

The question was: Will you meet me tomorrow? And the word was: Yes.

What glitters may not be gold; and even wolves may smile; and fools will be led by promises to their deaths.