She kept forcing herself to remember the entire conversation, playing it back and playing it back, all the way through, forcing a finger down her memory's throat.

Sometimes writing is running downhill, your fingers jerking behind you on the keyboard the way your legs do when they can’t quite keep up with gravity.

To really be a nerd, she'd decided, you had to prefer fictional worlds to the real one.

I don’t trust anybody. Not anybody. And the more that I care about someone, the more sure I am they’re going to get tired of me and take off.

Smiling is confusing, she thought. This is why I don’t do it.

Months are different in college, especially freshman year. Too much happens. Every freshman month equals six regular months—they're like dog months.

I don't want to do anything. I don't even want to start this day because then I'll just be expected to finish it.

Emergency dance party--go away.

I don't like hello. It makes me sound like I have dementia, like I've never heard a phone ring before and I don't know what's supposed to happen next. Hello?

You flirt with everything." She could tell that her eyes were popping-- her eyeballs actually felt cold around the edges. "You flirt with old people and babies and everybody in between.

She was tired of being the one who cried.

Thousands of hopeful days came to naught before this one. This was a golden day. Never give up.

NAFTA, signed by her [Hillary Clinton's] husband, is perhaps the greatest disaster trade deal in the history of the world.

"Be courageous and keep moving forward"... that's kind of the mantra that I've tried to keep.

To believe in'the greater good' isto operate, necessarily, in a certain ethical suspension.

Why four great powers should fight over Serbia no fellow can understand.

Father, you left me, but I never left you.

It was the secrets of heaven and earth that I desired to learn.

We see in colour all the time. Everything around us is in colour. Black and white is therefore immediately an interpretation of the world, rather than a copy.

...All endeavours which are directed to a purely worldly end...contain within themselves the germs of their own corruption.

The smallest sprout shows there is really no death.