In the middle of a crazy and drunk life, you have to hang onto the good and sober moments tightly.

They put me in a holding cell with a black kid and a white kid and a Chinese kid. We're the United Nations of juvenile delinquents.

We Indians really should be better liars, considering how often we've been lied to.

Estranged from the tribe that gives no protection, What happens to the soul that hates its reflection?

[F]rank knew he was guilty of arrogance and misanthropy, but he compensated by being kind to strangers and tipping really well at restaurants.

And then I realized that my sister was trying to LIVE a romance novel. Man, that takes courage and imagination. Well, it also took some degree of mental illness, too, but I was suddenly happy for her. And a little scared. Well, a lot scared.

You want the good life? You live where white people live, you go to school where white people go to school, and you shop where white people shop.