I was crying a little for the boy I had wanted him to be and the boy he hadn’t turned out to be.

They should tell you when you’re born: have a suitcase heart, be ready to travel.

My heart was a little bit broken, but I still had to go to school. I buttoned my dress shirt over it and my winter coat, too. I hoped it didn't show too much.

But I loved those books or at least that first one. And I felt somewhere down deep inside him the person who wrote it must be there. That you couldn't write such beautiful things and have such an ugly heart. But that is the truth. He was a beautiful writer and a terrible person.

But now, at this moment, you can't hook your boat to mine, 'cause I'm liable to sink us both.