And she looked at me like she couldn't believe I knew she loved Anne Rice. I guess he didn't know how much she talked or how much I listened.

Well, I think that part of being young is not exactly knowing why you do some of the things that you do. And it's by exploring your life or experimenting or making mistakes and learning from them hopefully that you start to forge an identity.

The perfect song on the perfect drive to make you feel infinite.

I love my mom. And this time, I told her I loved her. And she told me she loved me, too. And things were okay for a little while.

Welcome to the island of misfit toys.

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.

The inside jokes weren't jokes anymore. They had become stories. Nobody brought up the bad names or the bad times. And nobody felt sad as long as we could postpone tomorrow with more nostalgia.