I can't be you. You can't be me. You can imagine another well—but never quite perfectly, you know?

“It's the eternal struggle, Pudge. The good versus the naughty. ...Sometimes you…”

“I got up and hugged first his dad and then his mom, who held on to me too tight…”

“I didn’t need you, you idiot. I picked you. And then you picked me back.”

“Talking to a drunk person was like talking to an extremely happy, severely brai…”