She's pretty." (It's amazing how girls can say this and make it the most withering insult.)

I have a system with bathrooms. I spend a lot of time in them. They are sanctuaries, public places of peace spaced throughout the world for people like me.

Relationships change even more than people. It's like two people changing. It's exponentially more volatile. Especially two teenagers.

I think you run out of 'I love yous

Sometimes when you open a book, time stops.

What am I always going to do? I'm going to go home and freak out.I'm going to sit with my family and try not to talk about myself and what's wrong. Im going to try and eat. Then I'm going to try and sleep. I dread it. I can't eat and I can't sleep. I'm not doing well in terms of being a functional human, you know?

I found myself jealous of the people who wrote the books. They were dead and they were still taking up my time. Who did they think they were?