Do you think we can be friends?” I asked.He stared up at the ceiling. “Probably not, but we can pretend.

Me? I had no dreams. No longings. Dreams only set you up for disappointment. Plus, you had to have a life to have dreams of a better life.

Almost everyone first realized they were becoming a grown woman when some dude did something nasty to them. ...It was mostly men yelling shit from cars. Are they a patrol sent out to let girls know they've crossed into puberty? If so, it's working.

Ready, fire, aim.

Whose little boy are you?

It's okay to be happy.

You haunt my days and dreams.

It’s not easy to be God.

I just want to this about that.

I write to get ideas out of my head

I’m looking to make a miracle

At least I rescued your poor hot dog.

It was almost painful to be different.

Boys always make things more complicated.

Creativity is the catalyst to the future.