I feel myself shriveling along with my world, getting smaller and harder. I'm turning into a rock, and in some ways that's good, because rocks last forever. But if this is how I'm going to last forever, then I don't want to.

If God wanted a world filled with saints, He never would have created adolescence.

Nothing good happened to Romeo or Juliet.

I feel myself shriveling along with my world, getting smaller and harder. I'm turning into a rock, and in some ways that's good, because rocks last forever. But if this is how I'm going to last forever, then I don't want to.

The last living boy in America drops into my bedroom only he wants to be a monk. I think that pretty much sums up my life.

I'm 16 years old. Let me get my learner's permit first. then I'll worry about lifetime commitments

But it's our curse and our blessing to remember the past and to know there's a future. —Charlie