I promptly said that life was a random series of beautifully composed vignettes, loosely tied together by a string of characters and time.

Sometimes I find myself sitting in one spot for hours, staring at nothing, thinking of nothing, feeling nothing, and most disturbingly, caring about nothing.

People do amazing things for love. Books are full of wonderful stories about this kind of stuff, and stories aren’t just fantasies, you know. They’re so much a part of the people who write them that they practically teach their readers invaluable lessons about life.

I promptly said that life was a random series of beautifully composed vignettes, loosely tied together by a string of characters and time.

Seventeen's not a good age. That's when you realize that you have a heart. That's when feelings get in the way of thinking.

This is a massive world, I think, and in each centimeter of it, a different drama unfolds every second of the day. But we live on as if the next moment in our lives will be no different than the last. How foolish we all are.

Sometimes it's easier not to think about things you can't do anything about.