“Besides, I always feel safer when I've got words against my heart.”

“sometimes every word i write is 'love' but the letters are rearranged, the sounds are different. all the words are red.”

“techno boy -- seventeen years old. junior. red car. works at a restaurant. it hurts when he smiles. dandruff. computers, electronic music. seeking a girl that won't eat his heart with a steak knife.”

“I feel like she could drown me in a spoonful of water or crush me with her fingernail clippings. I realize I have no chance.”

“I still feel like I'm jumping on an elevator -- weightless and pulled down at the same time.”

“Don’t you love my idealism? My hypocrisy? My willingness to sound as loving and naive as possible? At least I know that I don’t know anything at all. I can admit it. Can you? Can you look yourself in the mirror in the morning and admit that you are no different from every other bundle of bones on this planet? And maybe the only things that make you different are your hands, the way you touch things, and what happens to them.”

“I'm not worried about the future as much as I'm worried about the past. About keeping my memories real and not sacrificing them to match the present.”