But even more so, it reminded me that this was all really happening. Stanford. The end of the summer. The beginning of my real life. It was no longer just creeping up, peeking over the horizon, but instead lingering in plain sight.

I told you, everyone understands a quest.

It's okay to accept things from people. It doesn't make you weak or helpless.

As he heard me approach, he quickly leaped up, grabbing a nearby loaf of bread and holding it in front of him as if struck by a sudden desire to make a sandwich.

It was like discovering that some part of you wasn't yours at all. And it made me wonder what else I couldn't claim.

The only thing I can't stand more than seeing something done wrong is seeing it done slowly.

It is kind of hard to hold a lot in. But for me… it’s sometimes even harder to let it out.