I could be blindfolded and dropped into the deepest ocean and I would know where to find you. I could be buried a hundred miles underground and I would know where you are.

Virginia is the place, where, technologically speaking, they will burn people at the stake for possessing such things as toasters.

I think I could be a perfectly decent cat. I've been around cats long enough to know what the rules of being a cat are. When all else fails, wash. And I think I could master the thing that cats do, where they stalk away pretending they meant to do whatever it was in the first place; showing their wounded dignity.

I think...that I would rather recollect a life mis-spent on fragile things than spent avoiding moral debt.

If you want to imagine the future, imagine a boy and his dog and his friends. And a summer that never ends.

Grown-ups don't look like grown-ups on the inside either. Outside, they're big and thoughtless and they always know what they're doing. Inside, they look just like they always have. Like they did when they were your age. Truth is, there aren't any grown-ups. Not one, in the whole wide world.

Goodbyes are overrated.