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

It was the kind of kiss that made me know that I was never so happy in my whole life.

The radio comes back even louder than you remember it.

I hate you." I love you." You're a freak, you know that? Everyone says so. They always have." I'm trying not to be.

The outside lights were on, and it was snowing, and it looked like magic. Like we were somewhere else. Like we were someplace better.

I would give someone a record so they could love the record, not so they would always know that I gave it to them.

For me personally, as much as I don't understand my mom and dad and as much as I feel sorry for them sometimes, I can't help but love them very much.