I no longer believe that just about everything is funny, if viewed from the proper angle.

Once you'd broken through that invisible barrier that separates one person from another, you were connected forever, whether you liked it or not.

I write about kids growing up, I write a lot about schools and parents, and all of my experiences with those things have been suburban experiences.

After all, what was adult life but one moment of weakness piled on top of another? Most people just fell in line like obedient little children, doing exactly what society expected of them at any given moment, all the while pretending that they’d actually made some sort of choice.

He made me think of all the books I hadn't read, and all the ones I'd read but hadn't fully understood.

I find that even small changes sometimes jog you out of a mental rut.

To this day, she’s still sad. Because there’s not some finite amount of pain inside us. Our bodies and minds just keep manufacturing more of it. I’m just saying that I took the pain that was inside of her at that moment and made it my own. And it didn’t hurt me at all.