When people see you're happy doing what you're doing, it sort of takes the power away from them to tease you about it.

So we stand there, part of a crowd a thousand people strong, beaming up at the sky with wonder. I knew with a sudden certainty that wherever I am in the future - up in my treehouse, alone in the school cafeteria, or trying to figure out what my teachers are talking about, a part of me will always be right here, right now, wish that giant eye in the sky shining down on me, telling me it's going to be alright.

My arms flew up of thier own accord knoking my bag down. I grabbed hold of the desk to keep myself from falling down.

The people on the train with me don't know it, but in my head I'm dancing.

Everyone thinks I named my cat Mango because of his orange eyes, but that's not the case. I named him Mango because the sounds of his purrs and his wheezes and his meows are all various shades of yellow-orange.

If everyone waited to do something good until they had purely unselfish motivations, no good would ever get done in the world. The point is to do it anyway.

They say the eyes are the window to the soul.