A boy is a dangerous animal.

The good life doesn't knock on the door. Joy is a job.

Built like an oak tree, against which I could pitch my pillow and read; mornings, I could curl into the crook of your branches.

That boy hardly needed a mask when his naked face was already impenetrable.

So many stories are determined before they start.

Whoa, that's the kind of little sister I can dig!" said Edison. "Yes, we're all alike," I said. "We cover for you, we lie for you, we take the heat for you. We clean up your messes and mollify our parents for you. We never fail to come across with undying adoration, whether or not you deserve it, and we can't take our lives as seriously as yours. We snuffle up the crumbs from your table on the rare occasions you notice we're alive.

A lot of people get so hung up on what they can't have that they don't think for a second about whether they really want it.