Adult helplessness destroys children. Or it forces them to become tiny adults of their own.

We have an obligation to make things beautiful. Not to leave the world uglier than we found it, not to empty the oceans, not to leave our problems for the next generation.

You're sick. Sick and evil and weird.

Take one, and you cannot take the other. But neither path is safe. Which way would you walk — the way of hard truths or the way of fine lies?

Any view of things that is not strange, is false.

He was painfully shy, which, as is often the manner of the painfully shy, he overcompensated for by being too loud at the wrong times.

Until that moment she had never thought she could do it. Never thought she would be brave enough or scared enough, or desperate enough to dare.