Life is not a PG feel-good movie. Real life often ends badly. Literature tries to document this reality, while showing us it is still possible for us to endure nobly.

Air goes in and outof my nose, throat, lungs, blood, heartbrain - and so I am

Haven't you ever noticed that life is like a series of movies?

Sometimes just showing up consistently is enough to get the job done.

Remember – it's a long race and you can always outwork talent in the end.

We really don't get to understand /why/ most of the time. It's true.

I think about how fragile people are, how anyone can disappear in a second and be gone forever.

The word normal would lose all of its meaning if it didn't have an opposite. And if there were no normal people, the world would probably fall apart - because it's normal people who take care of all the normal things like making sure there is food at the grocery store and delivering the mail and putting up traffic lights and making sure our toilets work properly and growing food on farms and flying airplanes safely and making sure the president of the United States has clean suits to wear.

I've seen the way you've been looking at me. Don't bullshit me, Pat. I live in the addition around back, which is completely separate from the house, so there's no chance of my parents walking in on us. I hate the fact that you wore a football jersey to dinner, but you can fuck me as long as we turn the lights out first. Okay?