- One summer night I fell asleep, hoping the world would be different when I woke. In the morning, when I opened my eyes, the world was the same.
- The problem with my life was that it was someone else’s idea.
- Laughter was another one of life’s mysteries.
- He was funny and focused and fierce. I mean the guy could be fierce. And there wasn't anything mean about him. I didn't understand how you could live in a mean world and not have any of that meanness rub off on you. How could a guy live without some meanness?
- I got to thinking that poems were like people. Some people you got right off the bat. Some people you just didn't get—and never would get.
- Words were different when they lived inside of you.
- Something happened inside me as I looked out into the vast universe. Through that telescope, the world was closer and larger than I’d ever imagined. And it was all so beautiful and overwhelming and—I don’t know—it made me aware that there was something inside of me that mattered.
- The problem with trying hard not to think about something was that you thought about it even more.
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- "Yeah, I guess so. Maybe. Is love a contest?"
- "What does that mean?"
- "Maybe everyone loves differently. Maybe that’s all that matters."
- One of the secrets of the universe was that our instincts were sometimes stronger than our minds.
- Another secret of the universe: Sometimes pain was like a storm that came out of nowhere. The clearest summer morning could end in a downpour. Could end in lightning and thunder.
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