Stop it. Seriously. This isn't funny.' 'You're right.' A pause. 'It's pathetic.

Like life isn't complicated enough. You should at least be able to follow the signs.

Home wasn't a set house, or a single town on a map. It was wherever the people who loved you were, whenever you were together.

It was like when you're a little kid and you run into your teacher or librarian at the grocery store or Wal-mart and it's just so startling, because it never occurred to you they existed outside of school.

I'd chosen instead to just change my route, go miles out of the way, as if avoiding it would make it go away once and for all.

Because now, I didn't care what they thought. It wasn't new, this realization that I would never be like them. What was different now was that I was glad. Macy page 199

I was actually pretty miserable in high school. I couldn't wait for it to be over. And when it finally was, I remember sitting at graduation with all these classmates getting nostalgic and emotional already and all I could think was, "Get me out of here. I never want to see you people again." So it's ironic that I spend half my day putting myself back there by choice [while writing].