Those of us who frequent the band room have long suspected that Becca maintains her lovely figure by eating nothing but the souls of kittens and the dreams of impoverished children.
Pain is like fabric: The stronger it is, the more it’s worth.
Because memories fall apart, too. And you’re left with nothing.
I got my wish, I suppose. I left my scar.
The thing about chameleoning your way through life is that it gets to where nothing is real.
A paper town for a paper girl.
Just move to the Internet, its great here. We get to live inside where the weather is always awesome.
I hadn’t been in proper school in three years. My parents were my two best friends. My third best friend was an author who did not know I existed.
We are as indestructible as we believe ourselves to be.
She loved mysteries so much that she became one.
Entropy increases. Things fall apart.
Scared isn’t a good excuse. Scared is the excuse everyone has always used.
I told myself – as I’ve told myself before – that the body shuts down when the pain gets too bad, that consciousness is temporary, that this will pass. But just like always, I didn’t slip away. I was left on the shore with the waves washing over me, unable to drown.
I had a moral opposition to eating before dawn on the grounds that I was not a nineteenth-century Russian peasant fortifying myself for a day in the fields.
We all use the future to escape the present.
Anything that happens all at once is just as likely to unhappen all at once, you know?
We have this weird thing in the world where you don’t get insulted for what you do, you get insulted for who you are.
He called out to his fellow monks,’Come quickly I am tasting stars.
Dear Jane, Just so you know: e. e. cummings cheated on both of his wives. With prostitutes. Yours, Will Grayson.
I’ve never known before what it feels like to want someone – not to want to hook up with them or whatever, but to want them, to want them. And now I do. So maybe I do believe in epiphanies.