I work. And I think about work, and I freak out about work, and I think about how much I think about work, and I freak out about how much I think about how much I think about work, and I think about how freaked out I get about how much I think about how much I think about work.

I like how you don't hide your problems like everyone else, and I don't have to hide mine when I'm around you.

deep down I believe my year was a special year: it produced me.

Nobody had told me I was common.

They always said on TV you could do anything you wanted, but here I was trying to do something and it wasn't working. I would never be able to do it.

I like you a lot. Because you’re funny and smart and because you seem to like me. I know that’s not a good reason, but I can’t help it; if a girl likes me I tend to like her back [...] I like you for all this stuff but I also kind of like you for the cuts on your face—

I was never big on rage.' 'Why?' "It's so much more angry in my head than it could ever be outside.