I was looking at the photographs and I started thinking that there was a time when these weren't memories.

As I was walking up the stairs to dad's old room, and I was looking at the photographs, I started thinking that there was a time when these weren't memories. That someone actually took the photograph, and the people in the photograph had just eaten lunch or something.

Craig said the problem with things is that everyone is always comparing everyone with everyone

You ever think Charlie, that our group is the same as any other group like a football team? And the only real difference between us is what we wear and why we wear it?

I just wish that God or my parents or Sam or my sister or someone would just tell me what's wrong with me. Just tell me how to be different in a way that makes sense. To make this all go away.

I don't know what's wrong with me. It's like all I can do is keep writing this gibberish to keep from breaking apart.

He realized that if he didn't leave, it would never be his life. It would be theirs.