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I love Twinkies, and the reason I am saying that is because we are all supposed to think of reasons to live.
I don't know if you've ever felt like that. That you wanted to sleep for thousands of years. Or just not exist.
Incidentally, I only have one cavity, and as much as my dentist asks me to, I just can't bring myself to floss.
She wasn't bitter. She was sad, though. But it was a hopeful kind of sad. The kind of sad that just takes time.
I don't know if it's better to be close with your daughter or make sure that she has a better life than you do.
Sam has brown hair and very, very pretty green eyes. The kind of green that doesn't make a big deal about itself.
I was in my bed trying to figure out why sometimes you can wake up and go back to sleep and other times you can't
Downtown. Lights on buildings and everything that makes you wonder. And in that moment, I swear we were infinite.
I would give someone a record so they could love the record, not so they would always know that I gave it to them.
Old pictures look very rugged and young, and the people in the photographs always seem a lot happier than you are.
On Friday night, I was reading my new book, but my brain got tired, so I decided to watch some television instead.
I hate you." I love you." You're a freak, you know that? Everyone says so. They always have." I'm trying not to be.
and for the first time in my life I understand the end of that poem. And I never wanted to. You have to believe me.
I don't know what's wrong with me. It's like all I can do is keep writing this gibberish to keep from breaking apart.
Maybe it's good to put things in perspective, but sometimes, I think that the only perspective is to really be there.
Why do I and everyone I love pick people who treat us like we're nothing"; - "We accept the love we think we deserve.
people who try to control situations all the time are afraid that if they don't, nothing will work out the way they want.
He was the boy that made mix tapes with themes and hand-colored covers until the day he hit my sister and stopped crying.
I guess when you see somebody in the hallway or on the field or something, it's nice to know that they are a real person.
And even if she says no, and really means yes, then quite frankly she's playing games and isn't worth the price of dinner.
I don't think we should base so much on weight, muscles, and a good hair day, but when it happens, it's nice. It really is.
And even if somebody else has it much worse, that doesn't really change the fact that you have what you have. Good and bad.
And I guess I realized at that moment that I really did love her. Because there was nothing to gain, and that didn't matter.
So, this is my life. And I want you to know that I am both happy and sad and I'm still trying to figure out how that could be.
I just hope I remember to tell my kids that they are as happy as I look in my old photographs. And I hope that they believe me.
I don't even remember the season. I just remember walking between them and feeling for the first time that I belonged somewhere.
Patrick started running after the sunset. And Sam immediately followed him. And I saw them in silhouette. Running after the sun.
I love my mom. And this time, I told her I loved her. And she told me she loved me, too. And things were okay for a little while.
The movie itself was very interesting, but I didn't think it was very good because I didn't really feel different when it was over.
Part of the reason I wrote the book was I wanted to understand for myself why such good people let themselves get treated so badly.
I just want you to know that you’re very special… and the only reason I’m telling you is that I don’t know if anyone else ever has.
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.
Banning books gives us silence when we need speech. It closes our ears when we need to listen. It makes us blind when we need sight.
The outside lights were on, and it was snowing, and it looked like magic. Like we were somewhere else. Like we were someplace better.
the juniors were acting different because they are now the seniors. They even had T-shirts made. I don't know who plans these things.
I know that things get worse before they get better because that’s what my psychiatrist says, but this is a worse that feels too big.
You can't just sit there and put everyone's lives ahead of yours and think that counts as love. You just can't. You have to do things.
Standing on the fringes of life... offers a unique perspective. But there comes a time to see what it looks like from the dance floor.
If the advice is simply to respect yourself and follow the path that you want to follow, that would be the best advice I could ever pass on.
I have finished To Kill a Mockingbird. It is now my favorite book of all time, but then again, I always think that until I read another book.
And she looked at me like she couldn't believe I knew she loved Anne Rice. I guess he didn't know how much she talked or how much I listened.
Sam dropped me off. When she was too far away to see me, I started to cry again. Because she was my friend again. And that was enough for me.
It’s strange how things can change back as suddenly as they changed originally. When one thing happens and suddenly, things are back to normal.
It is important to say "sir" at these moments. And if they ever call you by your first-middle-last name, you better watch out. I'm telling you.
I am writing to you because she said you listen and understand and didn't try to sleep with that person at that party even though you could have.
My sister was the one who told me where babies come from. My sister was also the one who laughed when I immediately asked her where babies go to.
Writing a novel is a lot like directing a movie because you are creating a world and a tone, you are creating a large canvas and all the details.
The reason I am thinking so far in advance is because school is terribly lonely. I think I've said that before, but it's getting harder every day.
I said no to having a beer. I once had a beer with my brother when I was twelve, and I just didn't like it. It's really that simple for me. [pp.37]
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.