Banning books gives us silence when we need speech. It closes our ears when we need to listen. It makes us blind when we need sight.

And I could see this boy doing his homework and thinking about my sister naked. And I could see them holding hands at football games that they do not watch. And I could see this boy throwing up in the bushes at a party house. And I could see my sister putting up with it. And I felt very bad for both of them.

I don't know the significance of this, but I find it very interesting.

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.

More like the movie where the guy meets a smart girl who wears a lot of sweaters and drinks cocoa. They talk about books and issues and kiss in the rain.

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

Sometimes people use thought to not participate in life.