Sometimes I think gravity may be death in disguise. Other times I think gravity is love, which is why love's only demand is that we fall.

The universe is more than thirteen billion years old. What is the value of a single kiss compared to that?

I could write my name across the sky, and it would be in invisible ink.

As human beings, we're born believing that we are the apex of creation, that we are invincible, that no problem exists that we cannot solve. But we inevitably die with all our beliefs broken.

Popularity is teenage heroin.

I hate Jesse for leaving me behind. If he asked, I would have walked into the air with him.

The boxes that are supposed to help us understand one another ultimately wedge us further apart. Even worse is that we rage against the artificial divisions the boxes create, claim that we’re more complex and complicated than how we’re defined by others, and then turn around and stuff the next person we meet into one and tape the lid shut. And then, as if the indignity of life isn’t enough, when a person dies, we cram what’s left of them into one final box for eternity.

And I stood there and took it because I was an object. We were all objects to Marcus McCoy.

We aren't just defined by who we are, but by who are friends are. It's funny that we put so much importance on something that wont mean shit once we graduate.