I don’t know if you’ve ever felt like that. That you wanted to sleep for a thousand years. Or just not exist. Or just not be aware that you do exist. Or something like that. I think wanting that is very morbid, but I want it when I get like this. That’s why I’m trying not to think. I just want it all to stop spinning.

When the police came, they found my brother asleep on the roof. Nobody knows how he got there.

Sometimes, I think Bill forgets that I am sixteen. But I am very happy that he does.

It's nice to have things to look forward to.

When you publish a book, you do so in part to end the silence. All censorship is silence. I would never, as an author, feel right requiring a young person whose family would object to the book to read it. Just as I would never force that person to read it, I would ask those folks to not force others not to read it. To me, that is just good manners.

I was in my bed trying to figure out why sometimes you can wake up and go back to sleep and other times you can't

I'm just thinking too fast-- much too fast.