I didn't want to wake up. I was having a much better time asleep. And that's really sad.

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 had fooled myself into thinking that I was something important to the rest of the world.

I'm smart but not enough--just smart enough to have problems.

But some people have to get lucky just to live. And I never knew I could make anybody lucky.

That's worst than gonerreha, man!

I want my brain to slide back into the slot it was meant to be in, rest there the way it did before the fall of last year, back when I was young, witty, and my teachers said I had incredible promise.