I am not going to think about it. It was ugly, but it’s over, and I’m not going to think about it.

I want to make a memorial for our turkey. Never has a bird been so tortured to provide such a lousy dinner.

I wish adults would spend less energy freaking out about the cutting itself and work harder to understand what drives kids to self-harm.

You can tell a book is real when your heart beats faster. Real books make you sweat. Cry, if no one is looking. Real books help you make sense of your crazy life. Real books tell it true, don't hold back and make you stronger. But most of all, real books give you hope. Because it's not always going to be like this and books-the good ones, the ones-show you how to make it better. Now.

The one good thing about being kind of shy is that nobody bugs you when you want to be left alone.

When people don't express themselves, they die one piece at a time.

IT happened. There is no avoiding it, no forgetting. No running away, or flying, or burying, or hiding.