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.

Nobody felt sad as long as we could postpone tomorrow with more nostalgia.

I think it was the first time in my life I ever felt like I looked “good”. Do you know what I mean? That nice feeling when you look in the mirror, and your hair’s right for the first time in your life? I don’t think we should base so much on weight, muscles, and a good hair day, but when it happens, it’s nice. It really is.

What about when someone doesn't need a shoulder? What if they need the arms?

Downtown. Lights on buildings and everything that makes you wonder. And in that moment, I swear we were infinite.

I look at people holdings hands in the hallways, and I try to think how it all works. At the school dances, I sit in the background, and I tap my toe, and I wonder how many couples will dance to ‘their song.’ In the hallways, I see the girls wearing the guys’ jackets, and I think about the idea of property. And I wonder if anyone is really happy.

people who try to control situations all the time are afraid that if they don't, nothing will work out the way they want.