Juliana's a year older than me, but she sometimes seems younger - mostly because she's the opposite of cynical and I'm the opposite of the opposite of cynical.

I got lost in him, and it was the kind of lost that's exactly like being found.

No one's family is normal. Normalcy is a lie invented by advertising agencies to make the rest of us feel inferior.

Sometimes people say that kids with autism aren't capable of love. That's ridiculous. My son loves deeply. He's just doesn't communicate well.

Every guy seems nice until he’s not.

But I know how this romantic stuff works: one girl's perfect guy is another girl's reject. And right now I'm glad of it.

..."And then we played Ping-Pong—” “Not pool? I always assumed he was a billiards man—I mean, it’s so handy the way he keeps a stick up his—

Value people because of who they were deep down, not because of their names or their parents’ clout.

I was isolated but not ostracized, ignored but not abused.

Basically, the world is a giant shithole. But some of us are capable of imagining something better.

He can’t ground her if he’s already killed her,” I pointed out when Juliana quoted this to me. “Well, he can, but it wouldn’t have the same impact.

Track and field is the best way to reach out for kids. It doesn't matter how fast you are. You always want to beat someone.

My background was in performing originally.

It's hard to win awards if there are no roles.

My experiences with gender bias are probably the norm. What I found was that expectations of women were simply lower, and this resulted in being overlooked for certain opportunities.

Look, in neoliberalism the ruling elite understand something.

Being a godly father requires much perseverance and prayer as we seek God's guidance in being the types of fathers He wants us to be.

I felt like I had two fathers. I had my real father and the father in my head.

I am the cute one! She's just my sister.

You find yourself in the world, without any power, immovable as a rock, stupid, so to speak, as a log of wood.

Love was a feeling completely bound up with color, like thousands of rainbows superimposed one on top of the other.