It's kind of like when you look at yourself in the mirror and you say your name. And it gets to a point where none of it seems real.

You know . . . a lot of kids at school hate their parents. Some of them got hit. And some of them got caught in the middle of wrong lives. Some of them were trophies for their parents to show the neighbors like ribbons or gold stars. And some of them just wanted to drink in peace.

Old pictures look very rugged and young, and the people in the photographs always seem a lot happier than you are.

My sister was the one who told me where babies come from. My sister was also the one who laughed when I immediately asked her where babies go to.

Everyone else is either asleep or having sex. I’ve been watching cable television and eating jello.

Patrick actually used to be popular before Sam bought him some good music.

I used to listen to it all the time when I was little and thinking about grown-up things. I would go to my bedroom window and stare at my reflection in the glass and the trees behind it and just listen to the song for hours. I decided then that when I met someone I thought was as beautiful as the song, I should give it to that person. And I didn’t mean beautiful on the outside. I meant beautiful in all ways.