I actually like how doctors talk. I like the sound of science. I like how words you don't understand explain things you can't understand.

Here’s what I think: the only reason I’m not ordinary is that no one else sees me that way.

There's a word like overprotective to describe some parents, but no word that means the opposite. What word do you use to describe parents who don't protect enough? Underprotective? Neglectful? Self-involved? Lame? All of the above.

A big sister who cries over being human over you. A gravelly voiced kid who's friends left him over you. And a pink-haired girl who keeps your picture in her wallet.

Just follow the day and reach for the sun!

It's so weird how that can be, how you could have a night that's the worst in your life, but to everybody else it's just an ordinary night. Like on my calendar at home, I would mark this as being one of the most horrific days of my life. This and the day Daisy died. But for the rest of the world, this was just an ordinary day. Or may be it was even a good day. May be somebody won the lottery today.

I think there should be a rule that everyone in the world should get a standing ovation at least once in their lives.