Sometimes, I look outside, and I think that a lot of other people have seen this snow before. Just like I think that a lot of other people have read those books before. And listened to those songs. I wonder how they feel tonight.

Even if we don't have the power to choose where we come from, we can still choose where we go from there.

I think they were afraid that some of us would try to kill ourselves or something because they looked very tense and one of them kept touching his beard.

I really do love my sister. Especially when she's nice.

It's like he would take a photograph of Sam, and the photograph would be beautiful. And he would think that the reason the photograph was beautiful was because of how he took it. If I took it, I would know that the only reason it's beautiful is because of Sam. I just think it's bad when a boy looks at a girl and thinks that the way he sees the girl is better then the girl actually is. And I think it's bad when the most honest way a boy can look at a girl is through a camera. It's very hard for me to see Sam feel better about herself just because a boy sees her that way.

Why would I care whether or not he loved me when he didn't even really know me?

The truth is, when it gets really quiet, when the silence gets too loud, i really start to miss everyone.