I don’t think fireflies have friends. They seem to be singular bugs. They travel in packs, I guess, because when you see one, usually you’ll see others. but they’re never flocking together, like gnats or hornets. They’re individuals. They’re independent. Maybe that’s why I like them. They’re okay by themselves. That and their butts glow green. And that’s just cool.

I don't think fireflies have friends. They seem to be singular bugs. They travel in packs, I guess, because when you see one, usually you'll see others. but they're never flocking together, like gnats or hornets. They're individuals. They're independent. Maybe that's why I like them. They're okay by themselves. That and their butts glow green. And that's just cool.

They were more than partners, more than brothers; they were very nearly the same person.

Daisies are perennials; they always grow back.

Xander, there are two certainties in life--death and truth. They will both pursue you to your grave. There is no escaping them. But we run from them anyway in hopes that somehow we can slip by unnoticed. In the end, one or both of them catch up. Running doesn't solve anything.

I'm never going to live this down. I will forever be known as the pastor's kid who got arrested, made friends in jail, and threw up on the singles camping trip. That will look great on a resume.