I’m not used to girls, or familiar with their customs. I feel awkward around them, I don’t know what to say. I know the unspoken rules of boys, but with girls I sense that I am always on the verge of some unforeseen, calamitous blunder.

Perhaps its not the world that is soundless but we who are deaf.

We shouldn't have been so scornful; we should have had compassion. But compassion takes work, and we were young.

Men are afraid that women will laugh at them. Women are afraid that men will kill them.

While in a vintage restaurant..."the past isn't quaint while you're in it. Only at a safe distance, later, when you see it as decor, not as the shape your life's been squeezed into.

Why is it we want so badly to memorialize ourselves? Even while we're still alive. We wish to assert our existence, like dogs peeing on fire hydrants.

A word after a word after a word is power.