But it’d be nice to have someone who cared about me, someone I could talk toabout anything, someone who’d tell me I was really special.

It’s like I’d been walking a tightrope with a big safety net underneath me, but I never really thought about the net until someone took it away. And then every single step scared me to death.

But things are so bad, I feel like I’m going to explode if I don’t do something.

I was there laughing and joking with everyone else, but it’s like there was some part of mestanding back, watching, thinking, “Is this as good as it gets?

But, really, are there any guys out there who aren’t jerks? I don’t even know any grown-up men who aren’t jerks.

The night is still waiting.

More grievous than tears is the sight of them.

You've got to clock the hours and pay your dues. Then eventually, people will come to you. You have to be patient and appreciative.

The best evidence that time travel is impossible is the fact that we haven't been invaded by hordes of tourists from the future.

I didn't know what I knew. I wasn't aware of what I knew.

I'd like my life to be like a Bruce Springsteen song. Just once. I know I'm not born to run, I know that Seven Sisters' Road is nothing like Thunder Road, but feelings can't be different, can they?

The information walls are completely crumbling.

I suppose my understanding of villains is that they're just people who are infected by all of the darker instincts - that they haven't got the discipline to make the right choices.

I don't think that scheduling is uncreative. I think that structure is required for creativity.

Conflict is a violation of harmony. If you participate in it, you're part of the problem, not the solution.