I think that if I ever have kids, and they are upset, I won't tell them that people are starving in China or anything like that because it wouldn't change the fact that they were upset. And even if somebody else has it much worse, that doesn't really change the fact that you have what you have.

This moment will just be another story someday.

Try to be a filter, not a sponge.

And how different her face looked the first time she really liked a boy who was not on a poster on her wall. And how her face looked when she realized she was in love with that boy.

After a few minutes, it was time for me to leave. I don't know who decides these things. It just happens.

And we could all sit around and wonder and feel bad about each other and blame a lot of people for what they did or didn’t do or what they didn’t know. I don’t know. I guess there would always be someone to blame.

I don't even remember the season. I just remember walking between them and feeling for the first time that I belonged somewhere.