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.

Do you enjoy holidays with your family? I don't mean your mom and dad family, but your uncle and aunt and cousin family? Personally, I do. There are several reasons for this. First, I am very interested and fascinated by how everyone loves each other, but no one really likes each other. Second, the fights are always the same.

I can see it. This one moment when you know you’re not a sad story. You’re alive. And you stand up and see the lights and the buildings and everything that makes you wonder. And you’re listening to that song in that drive with the people you love most in this world. And in this moment I swear… we are infinite.

I have decided that maybe I want to write when I grow up. I just don't know what I would write.

It's strange the times people choose to be generous.

All I could do is lie there and think about how much her voice changed when she asked me if she was pretty, and how much she changed when I answered.

I really think that everyone should have watercolors, magnetic poetry, and a harmonica.