I've always wanted to wake up one day in a world where I liked the right people, and they lied me in return. I worry it'll never happen.

I didn't come up with the lie. It wasn't mine. They handed the lie to me, and I tried like hell to make it work for a while.

Now whenever I left class to go to the boys' room, I worried that I would end up on the blue tiled floor in a puddle of piss and blood.

If a fight looks like a lot of fun, you should be suspicious. 'If you ain't scared of standing up for what's right, you ain't standing up for much.

I mean, I really liked him to the point where being around him was sort of wonderful and painful all at the same time, you know?

Please your mother: just lie around upstairs and smoke some pot. Be a revolutionary.

She kissed me on the cheek, and my mom sang Theresa’s name from the open front door. She loves Theresa. I think she loves me more when I’m with her.

I could feel his hand on my waist, his arms around me, feel the rise and fall of his chest next to mine as I held my breath, and wished the sun would drop out of the sky.

It was duck apocalypse!

Dude, ” he said instead, “I’m flattered as hell.” And then he kicked my foot, lightly, twice. He was smiling.He couldn’t see the chasm that had opened behind my ribs.

I do like the way people behave toward me and Theresa when we’re together-everyone’s voice changes to music, and we get all sorts of smiles.

And like a favorite old movie, sometimes the sameness in a friend is what you like the most about her.

Christmas makes everything twice as sad.

I never get bored of my wife. It's lovely.

In a way, it's all down to perception, isn't it? And everyone has their own take on everything.

Part of a horror movie has to be a bit fakey for me to really enjoy it. The new ones are so realistic that they distract me from the ride through the horror.

A body - physical, astral, dead - might be treated as an object, might be adored and hated. So this story has emerged from the material that the body is.

It is always one of the tragedies of any relationship, even between people sensitive to each other's moods, that the moments of emotion so rarely coincide.

The human being is flesh and consciousness, body and soul; his heart is an abyss which can only be filled by that which is godly.

Do not be misled by hearing of anyone's reputation.

You don't have to be a cave man to appreciate Lascaux.