I just hope I remember to tell my kids that they are as happy as I look in my old photographs. And I hope that they believe me.

And I never felt that good in my life. But I also felt bad because I saw her naked without her permission.

I love Twinkies, and the reason I am saying that is because we are all supposed to think of reasons to live.

I sat down and tried to write a story. "Ian MacArthur is a wonderful sweet fellow who wears glasses and peers out of them with delight." That was the first sentence. The problem was that I just couldn't think of the next one. After cleaning my room three times, I decided to leave Ian alone for a while because I was starting to get mad at him.

on that piece of white paper, sam wrote, "write about me sometime." and i typed something back to her, standing right there in her bedroom. i just typed. "i will.

I used to listen to it all the time when I was little and thinking about grown-up things. I would go to my bedroom window and stare at my reflection in the glass and the trees behind it and just listen to the song for hours. I decided then that when I met someone I thought was as beautiful as the song, I should give it to that person. And I didn’t mean beautiful on the outside. I meant beautiful in all ways.

Things change. And friends leave. Life doesn't stop for anybody.