Librarians are notorious snitches—don’t let anybody convince you otherwise.

If you just go with the flow, no matter what weird things happen along the way, you always end up exactly where you belong.

Every time there was an unspoken promise that this would be the last time, but it would only be the last time until the next time.

It is not easy being trapped in a school that is caught between cornfields and cows.

Life is much simpler if you don’t notice anything.

Maybe anything that anybody ever has is for now. What happened before is gone, and what will happen later is an illusion.

Other than the voices in my head, I think I’m pretty normal.