I hate how the people who really get you are the ones you can never hold on to for very long. And the ones who don’t understand you at all stick around.

Juliet and Romeo be damned, you can't be in love until you've flossed your teeth next to the person at least three hundred times.

People don’t realize how easy life is to change. You just get on the bus.

It felt as if we'd been to war together. Deep in a jungle, alone, I had relied on them, these strangers. They'd held me up in ways only people could. When it was over, an ending never felt like an ending, only an exhausted draw, we went our separate ways. Be we were bonded forever by the history of it, the simple fact they'd seen the raw side of me and me of them, a side no one, not even closest friends or family had ever seen before, or probably ever would.

May you walk a lighted path. May you fight for truth - your truth, not someone else's - and may you understand, above all things, that you are the most important concept, theory, and philosophy I have ever known.

Sadly, American teenagers are to a weightless vacuum as seat cushions are to polyurethane foam -

Funnily enough, it is the subject one dreads talking about at length one ends up talking about at length, often without the slightest provocation.