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

You journalists bulldoze life's mysteries, ignorant of what you're so ruthlessly turning up.

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

…deep-diving love, a love that excavates you. It’s something you have to have before you die in order to have lived.

It's not fair. It's not. But then, that's the game. It makes life great. The fact that it ends when we don't want it to. The ending gives it meaning.

Always live your life with your biography in mind," Dad was fond of saying. "Naturally, it won't be published unless you have a Magnificent Reason, but at the very least you will be living grandly.

Well, it doesn't look good. Makes me look like one of those unloved latchkey children they make after-school specials about." "Don't sell yourself short. You're more Masterpiece Theatre.